Lyrics and Vocals: South London based English singer-songwriter Rose Betts.
Take This Body Home.
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May all the rains fall with tenderness, On the fields and forgotten tracks. May your hardened heart be woken, By the soft and distant song, Of all you left here unspoken, All the shards we keep stepping on. Take this body home, Take this body home, Call the wind, and let her know. Take this life outgrown, Take this broken soul, Call the stars, call them all, And take it high, take it far, take it home. May the dark and bitter feelings, Take the path to quiet release. May all your wounds find their healing, In the last and enduring sleep. Take this body home. Take this body home, Call the wind, and let her know. Take this life outgrown, Take this broken soul, Call the stars, call them all, And take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Take it high, take it far, take it home. Oh, take it high, take it far, take it home.
Lyrics: American country singer and songwriter the late Max Barnes, (1935 – 2004). Vocals: Irish country, traditional and easy listening singer, the late Big Tom McBride, (1936 – 2018).
The Same Way You Came In.
Oh we’re going out the same way we came in. Don’t matter who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. We are born into this world without a thing, And we leave it just as naked as we came. You may drive a Coup de Ville, own a mansion on a hill, Don’t mean nothing when Saint Peter calls your name. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Someone will notify your next of kin. Some will weep and some will moan, some will spit upon your stone, But you’re going out the same way you came in. Oh they lay you out in all your fancy clothes, And they’ll figure out just who and what you own. Then the lawyers line their nest and your kinsfolk gets the rest, Oh you can’t take it with you when you go. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Makes no difference who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. Oh you’re going out the same way you came in. Makes no difference who you know or where you’ve been. Makes no difference who you are, Skid Row Joe or superstar, You’re going out the same way you came in. Yeah, you’re going out the same way you came in.
A wonderful evening of music and song is being embraced with news that the Ormond Octaves Choir, with special guests, Music Generation Tipperary, will perform in concert at the Cathedral of the Assumption, Cathedral Street, Thurles, in just under 12 days’ time, on Friday, May 2nd, 2025.
Thurles Cathedral.
The Ormond Octaves choir consisting of an 80 member four-part choir of sopranos, altos, tenors and basses was initially founded by its Musical Director, Ms Niamh Ryan, almost two decades ago and donates the proceeds of all concerts to worthwhile local charities and other worthy causes, throughout North Co. Tipperary. The worthy cause, in this case, is the Thurles Cathedral Reroofing Fund, latter sadly having fallen into disrepair and is now leaking unto the ceiling plaster work, particularly during periods of high wind.
Included in the upcoming programme will be musical performances by special guests, “Music Generation Tipperary”, with vocal performances coming from Tipperary soloists, including tenors Willie O’Brien and Liam Brennan; tenor bass, Robbie Powell; alto, Edwina Morrissey; sopranos, Eithne Kennedy, Niamh Slattery and Maria McElgunn.
Expect to hear and enjoy the music from much loved musical shows, together with the songs of such artists as Simon and Garfunkel; Abba; Billy Joel; U2; Adele; Coldplay; Don McLean; Snow Patrol; Elbow; Lady Gaga and Toto, with a small sprinkling of well known and loved spiritual numbers.
This is an event for music lovers, young and old and not to be missed.
TICKETS: Tickets for the event are €25 each and are currently on sale at the Parish Offices in Nenagh, Holycross and Thurles and from Bookworm(latter situated in Liberty Square, Thurles).
Lyrics: County Fermanagh Irish musician and songwriter Mickey MacConnell. (Written in 1965) Vocals: Irish male folk group “Onóir”(Word translated from Irish to English meaning “Honor”).
Only Our Rivers Run Free.
When apples still grow in November, When blossoms still bloom on each tree, When leaves are still green in December, It’s then that our land will be free. I wander her hills and her valleys, It’s still through my sorrows I see, A land that have never known freedom, Still only her rivers run free. I drink to the death of her manhood, For the men who’d rather have died, Than to live in the cold chains of bondage, To bring back their rights where denied. Where are you now when we need you? What burns where the flame used to be? Are you gone like the snows of last winter? Will only our rivers run free. How sweet is the life for we’re crying, And how mellow the wine but we’re dry, How fragrant is the rose but it’s dying, How gentle the wind but it sighs. What good is in youth when it’s ageing? What joy is in eyes that can’t see? When there’s sorrow in sunshine and in flowers, And still only our rivers run free. And still only our rivers run free.
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“To be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.” Above quote by South African anti-apartheid activist and politician the late Nelson Mandela, (1918 – 2013).
Today, April 18th 2025 is Good Friday, when according to the four Gospels, (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John), in the New Testament of the Bible, Jesus Christ was arrested, tried and sentenced to death by crucifixion, latter an ancient form of execution in which a person was nailed or bound to a cross and left to die. Christians believe Jesus Christ died on such a cross, was buried in a tomb, and three days later rose from the dead.
The Old Rugged Cross.
Lyrics: American hymn composer and preacher, the late George Bennard(1873 – 1958). Vocals: American country music singer/songwriter Alan Jackson.
The Old Rugged Cross.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame, And I love that old cross where the dearest and best, For a world of lost sinners was slain. So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, (rugged cross). Till my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. To that old rugged cross I will ever be true, It’s shame and reproach gladly bear. Then he’ll call me some day to my home far away, Where his glory forever I’ll share. So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross, (rugged cross). Till my trophies at last I lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown. I will cling to the old rugged cross, And exchange it some day for a crown.
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