Christy Moore Magic Nights In The Lobby Bar
There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Brendan
Ring played Madame Bonaparte
And every note that the piper would play would send me
away send me away.
Away through the window away in the rain over the city
away on the air
To a field by a river where the trees are so green the
deepest of green that you've ever seen
Where once you have been you can go back again you can
go anytime you can go anytime
Because it's only in your mind
There were magic nights in the lobby bar with Ricky
Lynch and his golden guitar
Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and
the harvest moon was low in the sky
We were children our mothers were young and fathers
were tall and kind
And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me
away send me away
Away through the window etc...
There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe
would sing like a lark
Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark
Singing I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely
cave and I am the flower of Ireland
Adrift on the ocean wave
I am the lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill, I am
the child of Summer I can remember you still,
And every note that Ger Wolfe would play would send me
away send me away
Away through the window etc...
It was Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and
the harvest moon was low in the sky
We were children our mothers were young and fathers
were tall and kind
(John Spillane)
