Dolores Keane you are truly amazing woman the best woman that ever ever came from Ireland they never ever be a other woman that will ever ever be as good as you I love you Dolores ♥️🇮🇪💯😢
Your more than welcome. After the wonderful week of blue skys and sunshine that I just had in Ireland, I kept thinking back to this song. This is the definitive version as far as I'm concerned. Best wishes. Mike
Love her singing How pleasant in winter To sit by the hob Just listening to the barks And the howls of the dog Or to walk through the green fields Where wild daisies grew To pluck the wild flowers In the may morning dew When summer is coming When summer is near With the trees oh so green And the sky bright and clear And the wee birds all singing Their loved ones to woo And young flowers all springing In the may morning dew I remember the old folk All now dead and gone And likewise my two brothers Young Dennis and John How we ran o'er the heather The wild hare to pursue And the proud deer we hunted In the may morning dew Of the house I was born in There's but a stone on the stone And now all 'round the garden Wild thistles have grown And gone are the neighbours That I once knew No more will we wander Through the may morning dew