Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Back Paddy Reilly, artist - Burl Ives. Album song Songs of Ireland/Australian Folk Songs, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 23.10.2014
Record label: Stage Door
Song language: English
Come Back Paddy Reilly |
The Garden of Eden has vanished they say |
But I know the lie of it still |
Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea |
And stop when halfway to Cootehill. |
'Tis there I will find it I know sure enough |
When fortune has come to my call, |
Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff |
And the blue sky is over it all |
And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff, |
Are whispering over the sea, |
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff, |
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. |
My mother once told me that when I was born |
The day that I first saw the light, |
I looked down the street on that very first morn |
And gave a great crow of delight. |
Now most newborn babies appear in a huff, |
And start with a sorrowful squall |
But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff |
And that’s why I smiled on them all. |
The baby’s a man, now he’s toil-worn and tough, |
Still, whispers come over the sea, |
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff |
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. |
The night that we danced by the light of the moon, |
Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute, |
When Phil threw his lip over 'Come Again Soon,' |
He’s dance the foot out o' yer boot! |
The day that I took long Magee by the scruff |
For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain, |
Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff, |
Assisted him into a drain. |
Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff, |
Of whisperings over the sea, |
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff |
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. |
I’ve loved the young women of every land, |
That always came easy to me; |
Just barrin' the belles of the Black-a-moor brand |
And the chocolate shapes of Feegee. |
But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff, |
And never will addle me brain, |
For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff |
For me and me Rosie Kilrain! |
And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff |
A whisper comes over the sea, |
Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff |
Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me. |