miércoles, junio 03, 2009

Cómo se te ocurre, Michael, bonico, robarle el maíz a Trevelyan, con lo mal inclinado que es el fulano. ¡Si sólo hay que verle la cara!




By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you are free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

The fields of Athenry
(Pete St. John, 1970's)

·Esta versión:
Charlie Haden Family & Friends
Del disco «Rambling boy», de 2008
Petra Haden la canta, Bruce Hornsby toca el piano
y Pat Metheny el guitarró.


1 comentario:

Arrturo Gorrdon Pym dijo...

Trevelyan?
Pero si ese es Kilguen McIslay¡¡¡
Ahora se explica que Seamus no lo encontrara.
No tienes una foto de cuerpo entero?
O de cintura para arriba, a ver si le falta el brazo.
Ahora es un forajido, qué lástima de persona.
La maldad Rotwell tiene la culpa, seguro.
Qué lástima.

Ahora recuerdo la última vez que lo vi.
En un mercedes blanco llegó
a la feria del ganado.

Qué cosas¡¡¡