Cara Dillon
eirigh suas a stirn
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Get up, Star, if you don't want to sit down. Open the door and let me in. There's a bottle of butter nearby, and you'll get a drink for your wife. >I hope you don't reject me
In the valleys of loneliness
I am weak and sad
From Sunday to Sunday
I'm fighting my life
'I'm waiting every evening
to see who will come next
And no one in the world will come
's my heart
How happy is the bird that rises every day
—and rests again on the same tree
N— that's for myself – and for my first thousand loves. Sir, if you don't want to sit down, open the door and let me in. There's a bottle of butter nearby, and your wife will have a drink that night. I hope you don't reject me before your day
- Álbum:
- Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets (Original...
- A Thousand Hearts
- Hill Of Thieves
- Sweet Liberty
- Cara Dillon
- Miscellaneous
- After The Morning
- Non-Album Releases
- Uncut: Brand New Noise
- BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards 2015
- Transatlantic Sessions - Series 6, Vol. Three
- Live at the Grand Opera House
- Other Voices: Songs From a Room 2
- A Collection of Contemporary Irish Music & Film
- Tønder Festival 2003
- TFF Rudolstadt 2002
- Celtic Stars Mytic Waves
- Cool as Folk
- Putumayo Presents: Celtic Crossroads
- fRoots 18