I like the love
And I like the peaceful
I wish everyone I know could
Stand in the heartlight
I hold the hand
I walk with the teacher
We woke up in the morning
Singing together
Can you feel the love that’s in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burning like a beacon in the night
Oh welcome to heartlight
Oh, oooh heartlight(7x)
Oh welcome to heartlight
I’m like the rain
‘Cause I like your thunder
I know we’ve learned to live together
Here in the heartlight
Stand in the dark
And I like the candle
And then we’ll dancing in the moonlight
Until the sunrise
Can you feel the love that’s in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burning like a beacon in the night
Oh welcome to heartlight
Oh, oooh heartlight(7x)
Oh welcome to heartlight
Can you feel the love that’s in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burning like a beacon in the night
Oh welcome to heartlight
As soon as I learned about this autumn’s Henry Girls tour programme I started the usual chain reaction; we interviewed family and friends if they were interested in The Henry Girls concert in Wendelstein. Wolfgang could finally buy the tickets; following were weeks of impatience and anticipation.
Due to various obstacles like fallen ill colleagues or late train arrivals, we had to change our initial plan for a joint dinner at Wendelstein. Wolfgang, Elfe, Markus, and I left Erlangen at 4:30 p.m. to avoid being held up in traffic. Despite a minor traffic jam we arrived early. As we were all hungry, we parked our car at the venue and went in search of a restaurant. After five minutes of discussing, we decided on having an early dinner at the “Goldenes Herz” restaurant. Elfe, Markus, Wolfgang, and I were lucky to get a table at the window. Sipping my beer, I looked outside, did hardly trust my eyes – three well-known faces were passing by the window. A few moments later the Henry Girls took their seats at the neighbouring table. The surprise and joy were mutual. We chatted until they had to leave. On parting, I asked them if they were going to sing Dúlaman (originally by Clannad). They told me that they hadn’t performed that one for months – déjà-vu.
When we returned to the venue, we met the rest of our lucky bunch: Ingrid and Gerhard, Ruth and Daniel.
The concert began.
We listened to…
Far Beyond the Stars (a capella)
I Don’t Wanna be the Reason
December Moon
Couldn’t Ask For More
Falling in Love Again
Don’t Call Me Honey
Slow Down
Home
Here Beside Me
The Garden Where the Praties Grow
>>>BREAK<<<
The Weather
O’Neill’s Lament (incl. harp solo)
O’Neill’s March
Dúlaman (Lorna dedicated it – again – to me)
No More Maybes
Don’t be Afraid
Watching the Detectives
A Shine of Rainbows
Hey-Ho
Rebel Girl
We Shall Overcome
So Long but Not Goodbye
>>>As a bonus, The Henry Girls performed these songs<<<
St. Louis Blues
The Parting Glass (a capella)
When Lorna announced Dúlaman, you could have heard a pin drop. It was perfect. This time, we did not have the opportunity to record Dúlaman. The following version is from one of the concerts in Fürth. (picture only)
I added the lyrics at the end of this post.
Afterwards, it was time to say goodbye until – the next concert in Poppenreuth (2018-10-21). You can guess who will be there…
Thank you for this unforgettable Friday evening, dear Karen, Lorna, and Joleen McLaughlin! Markus, Ruth, Daniel, Ingrid, Gerhard, Elfe, Wolfgang, and I (Karen O.) enjoyed every minute. Until next time, my friends.
Dear friends and readers,
Whenever there is an opportunity for you to visit their concerts – you won’t regret it. Karen, Lorna, and Joleen are awe-inspiring musicians and love to interact with the audience, including a personal chat.
A ‘níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé
Oh gentle daughter, here come the wooing men
Oh gentle mother, put the wheels in motion for me
[Curfá:]
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, be’fhearr a bhí in Éirinn
[Chorus:]
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best in all of Ireland
Tá ceann buí óir are an dúlamán gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol are an dúlamán maorach
There is a yellow gold head on the Gaelic seaweed
There are two blunt ears on the stately seaweed
Bróga breaca dubha are an dúlamán gaelach
Tá bearéad agus triús are an dúlamán maorach
The Irish seaweed has beautiful black shoes
The stately seaweed has a beret and trousers
[Curfá 2x]
[Chorus 2x]
Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach
“What are you doing here?” says the Irish seaweed
“At courting with your daughter,” says the stately seaweed
Rachaimid chun Niúir leis an dúlamán gaelach
Ceannóimid bróga daora are an dúlamán maorach
I would go to Niúir with the Irish seaweed
“I would buy expensive shoes,” said the Irish seaweed
[Curfá]
[Chorus]
Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí
‘Sé’n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha
I spent time telling her the story that I would buy a comb for her
The story she told back to me, that she is well-groomed
[Curfá]
[Chorus]
Cha bhfaigheann tú mo ‘níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach
“Oh where are you taking my daughter?” says the Irish seaweed
“Well, I’d take her with me,” says the stately seaweed
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
[Curfá]
[Chorus]
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, be’fhearr a bhí, be’fhearr a bhí
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, be’fhearr a bhí, be’fhearr a bhí
Be’fhearr a bhí in Éirinn
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best, the best
Seaweed from the yellow cliff, Irish seaweed
Seaweed from the ocean, the best, the best
The best in all of Ireland
When you’re down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
You’ve got a friend
If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep you head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you’ll hear me knocking at you door
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
Ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend
When people can be so cold
They’ll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I’ll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there
You’ve got a friend
You’ve got a friend
Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend
Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend
@ M.: Be strong. 🍀
Hope, black coffee, and a cheesecake. ☘
Two worlds, one planet
One sky, no hope
My heart drowns in sorrow
Knowing you are out there on your own
I chase my future
You left your past
Not knowing if tomorrow
You will be free at last
Facing death on open waters
All your hope is running dry
And I struggle with the never-ending why
I’m trying to write to you a song of peace and hope
Of love that’s strong enough to save you
But when I think about the pain with which you cope
I can’t find the words although I try to
I can’t find the words although I try
My train of thoughts on... 