Mary Black – Thorn Upon The Rose

An evening pause: On St. Patrick’s Day, how about one of Ireland’s best singers.

No lose, it’s just the same
Tears of joy, tears of pain.
They’re hand in hand, they come as one.
Never see the Moon without promise of the Sun.
For all the roses, for all the blows.
I’d rather feel the thorn then to never see the rose.

So when you give the handsome flower
Don’t forget the thorn upon the rose
Its cut is deep and its scar lasts forever
It follows love wherever love goes.

Mary Black – A song for Ireland

An evening pause:

Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no man had to fight.
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where falcons fly
And twist and turn in your fair blue sky.
Living on your western shore,
Saw some sunsets, asked for more.
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.