Dunroven's Farm
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Lyrics
North to the wood-wheel mill/wagon door opened up onto Kent Hill/blade with your tongue so still/not today, antiquity, we throw your clutch and free your gills Out behind Dunrovan's Farm/there's a place where worry falls apart/we won't stop before we start/we want to know… how do these old stories go, go and go Here is my daughter's hand/marry her, she's in love to beat the band/here is my fellow man/and his wife-- believe you me-- they were born out on the land So call on your pump house gears/to sing the song-- the one we haven't heard for years/the old world and the new world here/watching you, cutting through, forget about their fears and disappear
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:25
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 104 BPM