#cara dillon

[hibiscusbabyboy]

[now-winter-comes-slowly]

A particularly beautiful version of a beloved Irish carol. Tradition had it that it should only be sung by men, but many women have recorded versions. Find the lyrics in both languages here.

[angloirishnolanist]

"I don't know where the moral is, or where this song should end, but I wonder just how many wars were fought between good friends?"

[huggedbicacti]

Women Celtic/Irish/Scottish singers sing songs about seeing beautiful women or about great devotions to maidens without changing pronouns and it’s better than any man singing the same song and in this essay I will...

[squeakowl]

A playlist for looking out the window at the rain...

Listen on Spotify - click here.

[dontchangethepronouns]

Black Is The Color, a traditional folk song sung by Cara Dillon. Thanks for the submission, anon!

[eyes-ofirish-bluea]

“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... Now Isaac he was Protestant And Sean was Catholic born But it never made a difference For the friendship it was strong... And sometimes in the evening When we heard the sound of drums We said it won't divide us We will always be as one... There were roses Roses There were roses And the tears of a people ran together... It was on a Sunday morning When the awful news came 'round Another killing had been done Just outside Newry town... We knew that Isaac danced up there We knew he liked the band But when we heard that he was dead We just could not understand... Now fear it filled the countryside There was fear in every home When late at night a car came Prowling 'round the Ryan Road... A Catholic would be killed tonight To even up the score Oh Christ it's young Macdonald They have taken from the door... There were roses Roses There were roses And the tears of a people ran together... Isaac was my friend, he cried He begged them with his tears But centuries of hatred Have ears that do not hear An eye for an eye It was all that filled their minds And another eye for another eye Till everyone is blind... Now I don't know where the moral is Or where this song should end But I wonder just how many wars Are fought between good friends... And those who give the orders Are not the ones to die It's Scott and young Macdonald And the likes of you and I... There were roses Roses There were roses And the tears of the people ran together... There were roses Roses Roses And the tears of the people ran together... ”

[squeakowl]

A playlist for an eerie autumn twilight...

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(Supplementary unavailable-on-Spotify song - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5)