1.Skidoo
2.Home and the Heartland
Home and the Heartland
High in the sky
Through the clouds and rain
Every familiar field
Seems like an old friend
When every hand that you shake
Is like a warm embrace
Could only be one sweet place
Home and the Heartland
Sing out your songs
And ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams
The mystical dances that lead us to
Bind in heart and mind
As we circle the world
With our wandering airs
Gathering here and there
Leaving behind our share
Like the leaves in the wind
They are blown along
Melodies rising from
Home and the Heartland
Sing out your songs
And ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams
The mystical dances that lead us to
Bind in heart and mind
3.Celtic Prayer
Celtic Prayer
When is the hour at the end of the day
That we must take the time to pray
And certain song our hearts do say
Our children had a better life today
Now is the hour at the end of the day
That we must take the time to pray
And certain song our hearts do say
Our children had a better life today
Our song and dance will bring us peace today
4.Rain
Vivaldi's Rain
Signore guidami
E dimmi cosa fare
Ho vista l'amore della mia vita
E lui ha vista me
Sono confuse, lo confonde
Gli voglio dire che l'amo
E spero dira lo stesso
Sono passate due settimante
La vita scorre veloce
Il mio cuore batte forte
Signore guidami e dammi pace
Ti chiedo cose dire, come dirlo
Nostrami come dire che l'amo
Nostrami come dire che mi ama
Sto pregando che dira di amarmi
5.Down by the Sally Gardens
Lyricist：W. B. Yeats, 1889.
Writer(s)：Maids of the Mourne Shore, Trad.
Down By The Sally Gardens
Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree
But time being young and foolish with her did not agree
In a field by the river my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand
She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs
But time was young and foolish and now I am full of tears
Down by the Sally Gardens, my love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree
But time being young and foolish with her wouldn't agree
6.Raining Up Finans Isle Suite
7.Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring
Jesu Joy Of Man's Desiring
Jesu Joy of man's desiring
Holy wisdom, Love most bright
Drawn by Thee, Our souls aspiring
Soar to uncreated light
Word of God, Our flesh that fashioned
With the fire of life, Impassioned
Striving still, To truth unknown
Soaring, Dying round Thy throne
8.The Water Is Wide
Lyricist：Traditional english folk song
Writer(s)：Traditional english folk song 1600s
The Water Is Wide
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And we shall sail, my love and I
O'love is gentle and love is kind
And love is flower when first it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the morning dew
There is a ship and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er.
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And we shall sail, my love and I
9.Now We Are Free
Lyricist：Hans Zimmer／Lisa Gerrard
Writer(s)：Hans Zimmer／Lisa Gerrard
Now We Are Free
(Gladiator Theme).2000film
Anol shalom
Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um
Flavum
Flavum.
M-ai shondol-lee
Flavum...
Lof flesh lay
Nom de lis
Ham de num um
Dwondi.
We de ze zu bu
We de sooo a ru
Un va-a pesh a lay
Un vi-I bee
Anol shalom
Anol sheh ley konnud de ne um.
Flavum.
Flavum.
Nom de lis
Ham de num um
Dwondi.
We de ze zu bu
We de sooo a ru
Un va-a pesh a lay
Un vi-I bee
Anol sheh ley konnud de ne um.
Flavum.
Flavum.
10.Going Home
Lyricist：William Arms Fisher
Writer(s)：Antonín Dvorák 1893
Going Home
Writer(s)：(Antonín Dvorák)
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Going home, going home
I'm going home
Quiet light, some still day
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more
Mother's there expecting me
Father's waiting, too
Lots of folk gathered there
All the friends I knew
All the friends I knew ooh.ooh.oh.going home
Nothing's lost, all's gain
No more fret nor pain
No more stumbling on the way
No more longing for the day
Going to roam no more
Morning star lights the way
Restless dreams all done
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life just begun
There's no break, there's no end
Just a living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on
Going home, going home
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
Through an open door
I'm just going home
11.Suantrai
Suantrai
CODAIL SUAN, MO CHADRA BHÁN
CODAIL SÁMH, A MHUIRNÍN MHILIS
LUIGH GO CIÚIN SA CHLIABHÁN
DÚN DO SHÚIL, A LEANBH DHÍLIS
RÉALTA GEALA ANOCHT AG LUASCADH INS AN SPÉIR
FUAIM NA COILLE AGUS CEOL NA HOÍCHE
FÁG UAIT AN OLAGÓN, NÍL GÁ AR BITH LEIS CHOÍCHE.
CODAIL SUAN, MO CHADRA BHÁN
CODAIL SÁMH, A MHUIRNÍN MHILIS
LUIGH GO CIÚIN SA CHLIABHÁN
DÚN DO SHÚIL, A LEANBH DHÍLIS
RÉALTA GEALA ANOCHT AG LUASCADH INS AN SPÉIR
FUAIM NA COILLE AGUS CEOL NA HOÍCHE
12.There Is No Light
13.Spanish Lady
Lyricist：Traditional english folksong
Writer(s)：Traditional english folksong 1600s
Spanish Lady
As I went out through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve o' the night
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candlelight
First she washed them, then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coals
In all my life I ne'er did see
A maid so neat about the sole
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
As I went out through Dublin City
At the hour of half past eight
Who do I see but the Spanish lady
Combing her hair so trim and neat
First she brushed it, then she combed it
On her lap was a silver comb
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet since I did roam
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
As I walked out through Dublin City
As the sun began to set
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
Catch a moth in her golden net
First she spied me, then she fled me
Hitching her petticoat over her knee
In all my life ne'er did I see
A maid so fair as the Spanish Lady
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
Whack for the toora loora laddy
Whack for the toora loora lay
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