The Dear Little Town in the Old County Down - Cathy Jordan (Crankie Island Song Project)

Details
Title | The Dear Little Town in the Old County Down - Cathy Jordan (Crankie Island Song Project) |
Author | Crankie Island |
Duration | 5:08 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=d3rqOm_Kr7w |
Description
"The Dear Little Town in the Old County Down"
Co. Down
(Traditional) I learned this song of exile from the singing of Noreen Collins from Drimoleague Co Cork and also Count John McCormack.
Cathy Jordan - Vocals, uke guitar
Sean Óg Graham - Guitar, bass
Feargal Murray - Trumpet
Niamh Dunne - Violin
Harriet Myfanwy Nia Tahany - Illustration & Crankie Design
Iliocth Tahany - Crankie Construction Assistant
www.crankieisland.com
Peter Crann - Production Coordinator
Thanks to The Arts Council Of Ireland for their support.
Cathy Jordan’s Crankie Island 32 track album available now on Bandcamp
https://cathyjordan.bandcamp.com/album/the-crankie-island-song-project
This song was recorded at Bann View Studios Portglenone
Engineered by Sean Óg Graham
Mastered by Richard Ford
Lyrics;
If I had the wings of a swallow I would travel far over the sea
And a rocky old road I would follow to a spot that is heaven to me
When the sun goes to rest way down in the west
Then I'll build such a nest in the place I love best
In that dear little town in the old County Down
It will linger way down in my heart
Tho it never was grand it is my fairy land
Just a wonderful world set apart
O my island of dreams you are with me it seems
And I care not for fame or renown
Like the black sheep of old I'll return to the fold
Little town in the old County Down.
In the evening when shadows are falling
'Round the old door without any key
There's a voice in my dreams ever calling
And loving eyes watching for me
There is someone I bless with true tenderness
And her lips I'll caress when I bring happiness
In that dear little town in the old County Down
It will linger way down in my heart
Tho it never was grand it is my fairy land
Just a wonderful world set apart
O my island of dreams you are with me it seems
And I care not for fame or renown
Like the black sheep of old I'll return to the fold
Little town in the old County Down.