I do love Jackson Browne, but for this one song, I feel like Christy just took ownership. The song is so strong that this stripped down version really lets it shine. Props to Jackson for a great composition. And props to Christy for making us feel it
Some of them were dreamers And some of them were fools Who were making plans and thinking of the future With the energy of the innocent They were gathering the tools They would need to make their journey back to nature While the sand slipped through the opening And their hands reached for the golden ring With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge In the troubled years that came before the deluge Some of them knew pleasure And some of them knew pain And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered And on the brave and crazy wings of youth They went flying around in the rain And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered And in the end they traded their tired wings For the resignation that living brings And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow For the glitter and the rouge And in a moment they were swept before the deluge Let the music keep our spirits high Let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky Some of them were angry At the way the earth was abused By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power And they struggled to protect her from them Only to be confused By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour And when the sand was gone and the time arrived In the naked dawn only a few survived And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge Let the music keep our spirits high Let the buildings keep our children dry Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by, by and by When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
When I moved to Glasgow in November 96 the very first thing I saw as I drove into the city early that morning (I’d spent the night in the Lake District and left at dawn with just my clothes and CDs in my car) in the cold and snow was The Barrowland.
how can this only have 3200 views? Such a masterful version of the song
Christy Moore and DECLAN SINNOTT TOP!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautiful rendering of this emotional song. Barrowlands brings out the best in Christy!
Year after year I love this song better..❤❤❤
You're right there beautiful song
I love Christy Moore and Jackson Browne equally - massive influences on my blessed life
I do love Jackson Browne, but for this one song, I feel like Christy just took ownership. The song is so strong that this stripped down version really lets it shine. Props to Jackson for a great composition. And props to Christy for making us feel it
The person who disliked this song, needs an urgent kick in the bollox...........
Some of them were dreamers
And some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent
They were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them knew pleasure
And some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flying around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge
Let the music keep our spirits high
Let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
Some of them were angry
At the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them
Only to be confused
By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge
Let the music keep our spirits high
Let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky
When I moved to Glasgow in November 96 the very first thing I saw as I drove into the city early that morning (I’d spent the night in the Lake District and left at dawn with just my clothes and CDs in my car) in the cold and snow was The Barrowland.
❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏