Текст песни Sinead O`Connor - The Women of Ireland
Sinead O`Connor - The Women of Ireland слова песни
There`s a woman in Erin who`d give me shelter and my fill of ale;There`s a woman in Ireland who`d prefer my strains to strings being played;There`s a woman in Eirinn and nothing would please her moreThan to see me burning or in a grave lying cold.There`s a woman in Eirinn who`d be mad with envy if I was kissedBy another on fair-day, they have strange ways, but I love them all;There are women I`ll always adore, battalions of women and moreAnd there`s this sensuous beauty and she shackled to an ugly boar.There`s a woman who promised if I`d wander with her I`d find some goldA woman in night dress with a loveliness worth more than the womanWho vexed Ballymoyer and the plain of Tyrone;And the only cure for my pain I`m sure is the ale-house down the road.