Magic Nights - Christy Moore

There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Brendan Ring played Madame

Bonaparte

And every note that the piper would play would send me away send me away

Away through the window away in the rain over the city away on the air

To a field by a river where the trees are so green the deepest of green that

you’ve ever seen

Where once you have been you can go back again you can go anytime you can go

anytime

Because it’s only in your mind

There were magic nights in the lobby bar with Ricky Lynch and his golden guitar

Singin' Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low

in the sky

We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kind

And every note Ricky Lynch would play would send me away send me away

Away through the window etc…

There were magic nights in the lobby bar when Ger Wolfe would sing like a lark

Singing Winter hung her coat on a hanger of dark

Singing I am the blood of Eireann spilled in a lonely cave and I am the flower

of Ireland

Adrift on the ocean wave

I am the lark of Mayfield tumbling down the hill, I am the child of Summer I

can remember you still

And every note that Ger Wolfe would play would send me away send me away

Away through the window etc…

It was Autumn in Mayfield and the barley was ripe and the harvest moon was low

in the sky

We were children our mothers were young and fathers were tall and kind

(John Spillane)