There Were Roses - Masterless Men (Lyrics) скачать видео бесплатно

Original by Tommy Sands.

Lyrics:

My song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad

Nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land,

But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind

I'll tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine.

Allan Bell from Banagh, he lived just across the fields,

A great man for the music and the dancing and the reels.

O'Malley came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair,

And we'd often meet on the Ryan Road and the laughter filled the air.

There were roses, roses

There were roses

And the tears of the people

Ran together

Though Allan, he was Protestant, and Sean was Catholic born,

It never made a difference for the friends, it was strong.

And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums

We said, ``It won't divide us. We always will be one.''

For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil, it is the same,

And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names.

We talked about the friends who died, and we hoped there'd be no more.

It's little then we realized the tragedy in store.

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round.

Another killing has been done just outside Newry Town.

We knew that Allan danced up there, we knew he liked the band.

When we heard that he was dead we just could not understand.

We gathered at the graveside on that cold and rainy day,

And the minster he closed his eyes and prayed for no revenge.

All all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road,

We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul.

Now fear, it filled the countryside. There was fear in every home

When a car of death came prowling round the lonely Ryan Road.

A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score.

``Oh, Christ! It's young O'Malley that they've taken from the door.''

``Allan was my friend,'' he cried. He begged them with his fear,

But centuries of hatred have ears that cannot hear.

An eye for an eye was all that filled their minds

And another eye for another eye till everyone is blind.

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad

Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land,

But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind.

I'll tell you of two friends one time who were both good friends of mine.

I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end,

But I wondered just how many wars are fought between good friends.

And those who give the orders are not the ones to die.

It's Bell and O'Malley and the likes of you and I.

There were roses, roses

There were roses