Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' Cavan, artist - Tim O'Brien. Album song The Crossing, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Record label: Alula
Song language: English
Talkin' Cavan |
A while ago I chanced to roam to the place my great grandad called home |
It wasn’t that much I saw that day, but I learned I whole lot along the way |
I was goin' to Ireland… retracing my family footsteps… diggin' up roots |
You could call 'em tubers |
The closer to the root of my family tree, the more people seemed to look like me |
Saw a sign said Mollie O’Brien’s bar, I knew right then I couldn’t be that far |
I went in there and asked for beer, he pours this black stuff, he says, 'cheers" |
'Guiness gives you strength", he said, I’ll tell you friends it’s like drinkin' |
bread |
There’s a loaf in every pint… I was feelin' strong… felt like I wanted to |
sing |
My whistle was wet and my tongue was loose |
When the barman asked how come I’d choose |
To travel such a long, long way on such a cold and rainy day |
I said, 'I'm goin' up to Kingscourt town. |
That’s in County Cavan, to look around |
My great grandaddy came from there |
I want to see if the old home place is still there." |
Well he shook his head up and down |
And then side to side and then he turned around and said |
'A Cavan man then… you know, a lot of people wouldn’t admit to that" |
I figured I’d save a little hassle so I booked a room nearby in a fancy castle |
Had a hard time gettin' my dinner there |
It was full of these people with light blonde hair |
Danish tourists… two big busloads of 'em |
Now the owner of the place, his hair was black |
When I talked to him, I didn’t get much back |
His people are what you call 'west Brits" |
They’re the ones that treated my people like dirt |
That’s what lead to the Irish civil war, I didn’t know I’d come back for a |
little bit more |
His nose was way up in the air… but he took my money all the same |
That night I dreamed I saw the ghost of the one I’d rather have as host |
It was Tom O’Brien walkin' round the cabin, there in Kingscourt town in County |
Cavan |
Then the very next day in the hardware store |
I found a cousin ten times removed or more |
But he was no apparition, he wasn’t a haint — he was sellin' nuts and bolts and |
paint |
I told him about our family connection, and he kinda stood there still, |
reflectin' |
I could tell he wasn’t that much impressed when he asked me with nary a trace |
of jest |
He said, 'How exactly may I help you sir?" |
I just bought some nails and got the hell out of there |
Then later that day after some detectin, I found the lane in the rural section |
It matched the picture in my dad’s scrap book |
And my heart beat faster as I drove to look |
The sun burst through the clouds just then as I gazed at the current residents |
It was a little sheep dog and an old milk cow |
Yeah the old home place is an old barn now |
It’s ashes to ashes… dust to dust… thatched roof to tin roof… |
and tin roof to rust |