最近一直听《Maid Of Culmore》，莫名觉得有种淡淡的黏黏的闽南风味，旋律婉转清浅，像是时远时近，时轻时重的思念。

leaving sweet lovely derry for fair london town

there is no finer harbour all around can be found

where the youngsters each evening go down to the shore

and the joy bells are ringing for the maid of culmore

the first time i saw her she passed me by

and the next time that i saw her she bid me goodbye

but the last time i saw her it grieved my heart sore

for she sailed down loch foyle and away from culmore

if i had the power the storms for to rise

i would make the wind blow and id darken the skies

i would make the wind blow high and the salt seas to roar

till the day that my darling away from culmore

to the back parts of america my love i ll go and see

for its there i know no-one and no-one knows me

and if dont find her i ll return home no more

like a pilgrim i ll wander for the maid of culmore


《black is the colour》
有点压抑，揪心，更喜欢前面那首。


Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

Her lips are like a rose so fair.

She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows.

I love the ground whereon she goes.

And how I whish the day would come

when she and I can be as one.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

Her lips are like a rose so fair.

She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands.

ou whereon she stands.

……

I go to the Clyde and mourn and deep

satisfied I never will sleep.

I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines

And suffer death ten thousand times.

Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

Her lips are like a rose so fair.

She's got the sweetest face and the gentlest hands.

I love the ground whereon she stands.

……