Fast, Irish rock song combining acoustic and electric elements. Great energy. Will be featured on upcoming Mac Tíre album.
acoustic
folk
fast
irishmusic
pogues
irishrock
schumacher
Story behind the song
Memories of Ireland.
Lyrics
Of Dreams That Come (Grá geal mo chroí)
Staring out my window,
through winters pale blue light,
Imagining cliffs that fall to sea,
Brings memories to my mind
Of places seen,
And yet to find.
Of dreams that never came to light.
Of lovers walking hand in hand at night.
Where crashing waves and seabirds cry,
With shades of gold in morning's light.
A bracing kiss upon weathered face,
A timeless scene of wildness yet such grace.
Grá geal mo chroí, this untamed, sacred place.
The city lights are blinding,
and crowds a restless sea,
but in my dreams, I'm walking free,
where green hills call to me.
The growls of traffic,
they fade away,
the noisy streets a slow decay,
replaced by whispering winds at Galway Bay.
The emerald hills beneath the sky,
The fields and stones, where secrets lie.
The heather blooms in purple hue,
across the barren moor so grey and blue.
Grá geal mo chroí, these words are fair and true.
From County Cork to Donegal,
May your souls rise and ever soar.
Come gents and ladies, young and old,
In every heartbeat, oh, your tale is told.
Come sunshine or come dark,
Like flint and steel, a spark,
In every beating heart,
Our tale is told.