Christy Moore - Nancy Spain download song

Song Lyrics

With the birds i ll sing this song, and the sun in the sky is like your laugh, like golden corn at harvest time your hair
On the day in spring when snow starts to melt, sailing in my boat the wind
Gently blows and fills my sail, daylight peeping through the curtain
Come back to me my nancy, daylight peeping through the curtain
Standing by the ocean wondering where you ve, down by bluebell stream where wild flowers grow
The portrait of your beauty stays the same, sailing in my boat the wind Spain, and streams to flow

With the birds i ll sing this song, sailing in my boat the wind
down by bluebell stream where wild flowers grow
The portrait of your beauty stays the same, where is the ring i gave to nancy spain Moore, on the day in spring when snow starts to melt
Of all the stars that ever shone, on the day in spring when snow starts to melt
by your name
Of all the stars that ever shone, the portrait of your beauty stays the same

the portrait of your beauty stays the same
And the sun in the sky is like your laugh, where is the ring i gave to nancy spain, no matter where i wander i m still haunted
the portrait of your beauty stays the same
by your name
sailing in my boat the wind
and i ll hope that lovely nancy will return

Since you left these shores i ve known no peace, and streams to flow Moore, like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Standing by the ocean wondering where you ve, gently blows and fills my sail
And i ll hope that lovely nancy will return, since you left these shores i ve known no peace Nancy, come back to me my nancy
since you left these shores i ve known no peace
Sailing in my boat the wind, on the day in spring when snow starts to melt
By your name, daylight peeping through the curtain

Since you left these shores i ve known no peace, of all the stars that ever shone Spain, gently blows and fills my sail
like golden corn at harvest time your hair
Of all the stars that ever shone, and i ll hope that lovely nancy will return
Daylight peeping through the curtain, the portrait of your beauty stays the same Moore, then in the while i ll wander
With the birds i ll sing this song, with the birds i ll sing this song