Cathie Ryan
wave up to the stone
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A daffodil is born,
and rises in the spring.
It opens out it's beauty, to hear the crickets sing.
But as quick as it does grow, it decays away too soon.
Before the sun or sunshine, has reached its golden noon.
Before the summer sunshine, has reached its golden noon.
A stream it does rise, in the mountains so tall.
It swells into a river, as gently as it does fall.
It meanders through valley, through city and through town.
And to the boundless ocean, this river it is bound.
And to the boundless ocean, this river it is bound.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Somewhere Along the Road
- Irish Folk Festival 99: Celtic Waves
- Through Wind and Rain
- The Music of What Happens
- Cathie Ryan
- Celtic Love Songs
- Emerald Aether: Shape Shifting
- The Farthest Wave
- 1997 Shanachie Irish/Celtic Sampler
- Holding Up Half the Sky: Voices of Celtic Women
- Thousands Are Sailing
- Thousands Are Sailing-Irish Songs of Immigration
- Class-Six: Voices of Celtic Women
- Classix: Voices Of Celtic Women
- Narada Presents: The Best of Celtic Christmas