Video Mountains Omourne Live de Don Mclean 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Don Mclean - Mountains Omourne Live Lyrics

[Intro, spoken]
*Applause*
That's uh, one of a bunch of new songs that I've been messing around with
And I sang it in Germany
And a kid interviewed me, and uh
He said, "Don't you think you
You don't have any right to write songs like that"
He says, "Your job to make important statements"
So, while I was umm tryin' to wake up throughout this conversation
I brought into it the notion of what about older songs
Songs that aren't brand new
Songs that don't fall into the planned obsolescence
That uh seems to be everywhere
You have to have something brand new
Then you wear it out, throw it away
That's not the way I view music
Uh, to me every emotion is worthy of writing something about
If you can grasp it
And the old songs if they're good songs are worthy of singing
Whether or not they're on the charts or not
And I think that, umm, *applause* It's alright
This isn't a folk song society, so you're not to get involved but
I will show you what I mean

[Verse 1]
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of 'em diggin' for gold in the street
Least when I asked them, that's what I was told
So, I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies in London were dressed
Well, if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself, and you could not in truth
Tell it if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McCree
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

[Verse 3]
There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
If at those roses you venture to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 4]
You remember young Denny McClaren, of course
Well, he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the Strand
Stopped all traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
*Applause*