Your my favorite of all the Celtic women you got the red-hair and your a very beautiful person beautiful voice and your smile is very charming your is heavenly thanks for shearing your talent Órla Fallon 💝
I am an Irishman in Ireland with a girl named Mary and dog named Sean. We are on small green hills overlooking a valley. Sheep are nearby. Ok the song is over. Back to my senses. I’m an Italian from NY, never been to Ireland This song calls me there
I live near an Irish section near the Bronx in Yonkers. They are Irish from Ireland. Much different from the Irish born here. Real Irish are very nice, open, and jovial. I tell them to not become Americanized
This is taken immediately 17 years where it all began for the longest musical TV programme ever. Celtic Woman Orla Fallon plays with her harp while she sings #IsleofInnisfree.
Sound-track of the exceptional classical of 1.952, directed by the most director of all time, JOHN FORD, whose title is 'THE QUIT MAN''.Here in Brazil this memorable film received the title of AFTER OF THE STORM."
Sr. António,seria estúpido da minha parte falar-lhe noutra língua que não a nossa,tem toda a razão,grande filme(tenho em casa),grande realizador e esta música por Órla é maravilhoso. Já agora,por cá, título do filme "O Homem Tranquilo"(grande actor). Forte abraço de🇵🇹
The image of Orla standing with his harp is one of the most beautiful things we can see on a stage. Doesn't perfection exist? Some say no. I want to remember here and now the much loved Orla(31Years) playing harp with our beloved Clhoë Agnew(16 years) singing Schubert's "AVÉ MARIA" perhaps the best version in the world. (2005 live version) 🕊️
Isle of Inisfree / Letras Principais resultados I've met some folks Who say that I'm a dreamer And I've no doubt There's truth in what they say But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer When all the things he loves are far away And precious things Are dreams unto an exile They take him over The land across the sea Especially when it happens he's an exile From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree And when the moonlight Peeps across the rooftops Of this great city Wondrous though it be I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter I'm once again back home in Inisfree I wonder over green hills Through dreamy valleys And find a peace, no other land would know I hear the birds make music fit for angels And watch the rivers laughing As they flow And then into a humble shack I wander My dear old home and tenderly behold The folks I love Around the turf fire gathered On bended knee Their rosary is told But dreams don't last Though dreams are not forgotten And soon I'm back to stern reality But though they pave The foot ways here with gold dust I still would choose my Isle of Inisfree Traduzir para o português
