Derry Air
DERRY AIR / DANNY BOY Derry Air In Derry vale, beside the singing river, so oft I strayed, ah, many years ago, and culled at morn the golden daffodillies that came with spring to set the world aglow. Oh, Derry vale, my thoughts are ever turning to your broad stream and fairycircled lea, for your green isles my exiled … Weiterlesen →