Shores
of
Written
by Kathleen Fee
© 2007 Ginger 4 Music Publishing (BMI)
Tommy
was a friend of mine
Had
a heart so pure and so kind
His
big, blue eyes could make your heart sing
Being
there for everyone was Tommy’s thing
Did
his job that fateful day
When
our NY skyline was ablaze
Our
city’s greatest tragedy
Forever
in our memory
Now
he’s leavin
here, Shores of America
Leavin here, Shores of America
Flew
to the States back in ‘94
Before
the Celtic tiger started to roar
I
try to make my status right
But
this girls givin up,
I’m movin
back tonight
Flight
of the Earls now in reverse
Leavin like our fathers first
I’ll
be back for a holiday
But
across the sea is where I’ll stay
Now
I’m leavin
here, Shores of America
Leavin here, Shores of America,
Shores of America
What
happened that September day
So
many lives, gone astray
A
war to fight that’s what they say
Sent
Bridie’s boys
away
One
by one she kissed goodbye
Off
to the desert now, they would fly
She
lights her candle, in her window at night
Says
her prayers to safely end this fight
Bridie’s waiting at
her door
When
they’ll come home and leave no more
Now
they’re leavin
here, Shores of America
Leavin here, Shores of America
Leavin here, Shores of America,
yeah yeah yeah
Leavin here, Shores of America
Shores
of
Shores
of
Going
Home
Written
by Kathleen Fee
© 2007 Ginger
4 Music Publishing (BMI)
Ever
wake from a restless sleep
Realize
you’re not where you’re supposed to be
Whatever
happened to your plans and goals?
Big
dreams waiting to unfold
Believe
things happen ‘cause
they’re meant to be
Do
the right thing, raise your family
Don’t
wait around for a brand new day
Say
the things, that you meant to say
I’m
going home, to the place that I come from
I’m
going home; to friends I call my own
Saw
Heard
great songs that I do adore
I
don’t
know why I’m so drawn to land
Home
again, roots to explore
Green
fields open all the way
Warm
friendly smiles, make me want to stay
So
I’ll dance my cares away
Now
I know
I’m
going home, to the place that I come from
I’m
going home; to friends I call my own
I’m
going home
And
the fog clears from my mind
Leave
my troubles far behind
I’ll
sing a brand new song today
There’s
nothing better than the setting rays
Desperate
dreams of a brand new day
Breakin reef on
Montauk’s highway
No
repercussions callin in
today
I
paid my dues, worked fingers to the bone
I’ve
crossed through doors to the great unknown
I’m
still headed for another pint
Stepping
out into dawn’s early light
Cause
I’m going home, to the place that I come from
I’m
going home; to friends I call my own
I’m
going home, to the place that I come from
I’m
going home; to friends I call my own
I’m
going home
22
The
Musical Priest - Traditional
©
2007 Arrangement & Music adapted by Celtic Cross (BMI)
Lyrics
by Kathleen Fee
Ginger
Sweet Publishing (BMI)
22
days
‘til I see you again
22
days
Wish
I could erase
Wish
I could erase
Won’t
close my eyes
Have
to daydream anymore
22
more
22
more days
22
days
‘til I see you again
22
days
Wish
I could erase
Wish
I could erase
Counting
all the footsteps
From
the stairs to my front door
22
more
22
more days
22
more days
Whisper
Written
by Kathleen Fee & Patrick G. Dineen
© 2007 Ginger
4 Music Publishing (BMI) /
Where
are you now
Where
are you now
Your
secrets I've never spoken
A
vow, still unbroken
All
my real first steps
You
took them there with me
I was
so lost back then
To
have that year back once again
You
never doubted
Had
faith to believe
Where
are you now
Where
are you now
Do
you ever wonder
What
ever happened
Do
you ever wonder
What
went wrong
Sometimes
I wonder
Why
I still hear you
Whisper
in my ear
Whisper
in my ear
I
smile when I think of you
Sometimes
your green eyes looked so blue
Like
sand in the hourglass
Time
it slipped right through
And
sometimes I wonder.
Where
are you now
Where
are you now
Do
you ever wonder
What
ever happened
Do
you ever wonder
What
went wrong
Sometimes
I wonder
Why
I still hear you
Whisper
in my ear
First
Kiss
Written
by Kathleen Fee & Patrick G. Dineen
©
2007 Ginger 4 Music Publishing (BMI) /
Oh
to have last night back again
A
Sunday in the rain
The
rumbling 7 train
Darkened
stores, quiet streets, and empty cars
Rows
of red street lights, shined on your face last night
And
all I could wish
If
only for a moment, for a day
Step
out tonight, just steal away
Get
lost in the moment, young and crazy
Not
expected, and so amazing
I
always hoped that it would feel like this
Our
first kiss
Felt
my body tremble as you pulled me near
All
of space and time, seemed to disappear
You
looked into my eyes and then turned away
Like
there had been some doubt
You
had thought about
But
Oh, to taste your lips
If
only for a moment, for a day
Step
out tonight, just steal away
Get
lost in the moment, young and crazy
Not
expected, and amazing
I
always hoped that it would feel like this
Our
first kiss
Not
just a face in the crowd
I
was drawn to you somehow
You
made your move, and your eyes said it all
I
always knew for you I could fall
If
only for a moment, for a day
Step
out tonight, and steal away.
Get
lost in the moment, young and crazy
Unexpected,
and amazing
I
always knew that it would feel like this
Our
first kiss
Our
first kiss
Our
first kiss
Our
first kiss
Chapel
Bells
Written
by Walter Ensor
© 2007 Rockaway Beach Blues Publishing (BMI)
Outro – Morrison’s Jig - Traditional
Said
“pack it up and give it a shot
Your
life is your dreams, they’re worth living
And
sometimes you’ll risk more than you’ve
got”
When
she woke her hands were trembling
When
I spoke there was fear in her eyes
I
said
“trust me” as I squeezed her tightly
I
just could not hear her goodbye
I
can feel you from across the water
I
can hear you in the chapel bell
Let
your heart fly clear and bring you here
And
make you a part of my life
She
said “the work, its not there anymore”
I
said “the work, it will come it will go
Oh
but our love is so strong, you know our love is so sweet
That
wolf will never get past our door”
But
she looked right over my shoulder
Out
the window to the green rolling hill
I
knew her heart, it was drifting
To
a
place that I never could fill
I
can feel you from across the water
I
can hear you in the chapel bell
Let
your heart fly clear and bring you here
And
make you a part of my life
Now
I’m living on
In
a
hot room with a window fan
Working
all day, drinking all night
And
on Friday I play in the band
But
like a tree I’m growing
Stronger
every day
But
I still lay awake at night and call your name
Just
longing to hear you say
I
can feel you from across the water
I
can hear you in the chapel bell
Let
your heart fly clear and bring you here
And
make you a part of my life
I
can feel you from across the water
I
can hear you in the chapel bell
Let
your heart fly clear and bring you here
And
make you a part of my life
Who
I Am
Written
by Kathleen Fee
©
2007 Ginger 4 Music Publishing (BMI)
I
know just who I am
More
than my fathers knew before
These
dreams that I’ve sown
They’d
be so proud if they’d known
That
gleam in their eye
We
carry deep, their hopes alive
And
you might not understand
But
that’s just who I am
I
still see my grandma’s eyes
Crying
as we said good-bye
Leavin
her hometown shores
To
follow dreams and so much more
Broke
their back at work each day
Their
blessings thanked for on Sunday
I’ll
not forget from where we came
As
I
carry on their name
Drink
my whiskey straight up
Mugs
of tea, not in a cup
They
say we laugh a little loud
March
down
Cause
I know just where we came
Off
the boats and airplanes
And
you might not understand
But
that’s just who I am
They
were drawn to their own
Something
they learned early on
Rough
roads and windy bends
Friends
till the bitter end
A
stubborn streak, you’ll tend to find
Tempers
fly, but never mind
In
the morning we’re all friends
All’s
forgiven in the end
Drink
my whiskey straight up
Mugs
of tea, not in a cup
They
say we laugh a little loud
March
down
Cause
I know just where we came
Off
the boats and airplanes
And
you might not understand
But
that’s just who I am
Their
traditions passed down
Pans
of boxty and buying rounds
Sing
a rebel song and cheer the tune
Dance
a step across the room
We
enjoy our pints and chat
We’re
known as Paddy’s and Mac’s
Ah,
but I don’t give a damn
Cause
that’s just who I am
Drink
my whiskey straight up
Mugs
of tea, not in a cup
They
say we laugh a little loud
March
down
Cause
I know just where we came
Off
the boats and airplanes
And
you might not understand
But
that’s just who I am
That’s
just who I am
That’s
just who I am
That’s
just who I am
Summer
of My Dreams
Written
by Kathleen Fee
©
2007 Ginger 4 Music Publishing (BMI)
The
fishing boats at
Show
off their bounty on the docks
Fishing
lines and tackle weights
Off
to market to get paid
It's
a hard life, that's what they say
On
the seas, night and day
Salty
spray and rocking waves
Summer
heat’s hot beating rays
It's
in your blood, and it's past down
Generations
of families, in this fishing town
You
were part of that history
Long
before you knew me
I
was staying with some friends
Waiting
tables till summers end
Took
a walk, down by the docks
To
the sail boats and weekend yachts
Shared
a glance, and you said Hi
I
smiled at you, as I walked by
I
turned around for another look
Our
eyes met again, that's all it took
I
met you later, out that night
You
took my hand and held it tight
The
breeze blew warm that night
The
summer of my dreams
Walking
on the beach, underneath the stars
Kissing
you for hours, in your car
I've
never felt so complete
Oh
you swept off my feet
I
never thought that it would end
The
summer of my dreams
The
boardwalk lights have shut down
The
stores are all closed up in town
The
seagulls they fly overhead
Nesting
for the winters stead
The
sandy beach and breaking waves
She
won't reveal her timeless age
My
heart aches for yesterdays
Haunting
all my dreams
And
although you never knew
Her
hazel eyes, I see you through
She
even has your silly grin
That
stole my heart away back then
I
feel you with me, here the most
Breaking
waves against these boats
How
I wish for just one more day
Summer
of my dreams
Summer
of my dreams
Summer
of my dreams
Recovery
The
Foxhunters/ The
© 2007 Instrumental Arrangement by Celtic Cross (BMI)
Jukebox
at
Written
by Patrick
G. Dineen
© 2007
Bittersweet Way Publishing (ASCAP)
As
a
kid my old man would take me
On
Sunday afternoons
You
could always count on the session
Fiddler
playing a tune
Bands
played every summer
Headlights
rolled into town
With
carloads of pretty city girls
There
was magic all around
Magic
all around
The
jukebox at
Neon’s
gone from the road
The
bandstand empty and quiet
Once
teaming with music and brogues
There
will be other places down 145
Familiar
faces, waltzes and jives
I
think of it now and then
I
hear
I
watched her there by the jukebox
She
was dancing all night long
Wondered
what her name was
When
she played my favorite song
Got
up
my nerve to ask her
As
she headed out the door
I
missed my chance as they drove away
I
went back in for more
Went
back in for one more
The
jukebox at
Neon’s
gone from the road
The
bandstand empty and quiet
Once
teaming with music and brogues
There
will be other places down 145
Familiar
faces, waltzes and jives
I
think of it now and then
I
hear
The
girls met the boys
Boys
met the girls
The
games the summer kids play
They
came for the music
Some
of us danced
Hell
bent to get away
And
the jukebox blared out to the road
A
buck’s worth of rock and roll… yeah
The
jukebox at
Oh
oh oh
The
jukebox at
Oh
oh oh
The
jukebox at
Oh
oh oh
Those
Were The Days
Written
by Kathleen Fee & Dave Barckow
© 2007 Ginger 4 Music Publishing (BMI) / No Talking Orangutan
(BMI)
Pictures
on the wall
Years
of memories, big and small
Would
I change a thing or two?
Not
one time with all of you
Our
parents came from
Worked
the buses and the bar rooms
Paddy’s
called us Narrowbacks
Every
summer when we headed back
Stepdance and music lessons
Tunes
and craic and the
sessions
Cheol na nGeil on FUV
Taught
the words to you and me
Those
were the days, back then
Those
were the days
Oireachtas girls took fame
With
Riverdance’s
world acclaim
Hair
teased way too high
Jeans
rolled up to our thighs
Summer
nights in
Sleeping
late and misbehavin’
Had
a thirst for more than knowledge
Magic’s
in the air
Remains
of the weekends love affair
Broadway
every Sunday
Blowing
classs off on Monday
Those
were the days, back then
Those
were the days
Those
were the days, back then
Those
were the days
We
learned how to sing
We
learned how to dance
Irish
Music in our blood
All
through the neighborhood
Queensboro to the left, Triboro to the right
Which
way back to
Weekend
nights have come and gone
Bainbridge
bars have moved on
Woodside
rashers, get your fill
I
know that you’ll remember
Every
date with each big spender
Holidays
and barbeques
Waiting
for the I love you
Many
nights too many jars
Dancing
on top of Fatso’s bar
Green
beer on Paddy’s Day
Who
said that’s Irish anyway?
Those
were the days, back then
Those
were the days
Those
were the days, back then
Those
were the days
Shores
of
Produced By:
Kathleen
Fee & Celtic Cross
Recorded
At:
Hoboken
Recorders,
Recorded
& Mixed By:
Alan
Swift-Camlet
Pete
Thompson
Mastered By:
Steve
Fallone
Sterling
Sound, NYC, NY
Photography
By:
Kerry
Dineen
Kathleen
Reid
Rotograph Photo 1909
Art
Concept
and Design By:
Anna
Thomas
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Celtic Cross
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