Untitled Document

Sleeve Notes

The Album was produced by Bill Whelan
Engineered by Andrew Boland with assistant Engineer Aidan Mc Govern.

It was recorded and mixed at Windmill Lane Studios, Dublin, Ireland, during Dec. 1991 and Jan. 1992.

All Tracks arranged by Bill Whelan and Stockton's Wing

Thanks To
Frank Merriman and The Bel Canto School of Singing, J.J. Vernon, Temple Lane Studios, Anne O'Connor, Katie Brady , Ron Welsh, ''The Client'', and Douglas Adams & John Lloyd for ''The Deeper Meaning of Liff''
Special Thanks for their help and inspiration to Bill Whelan, Andrew Boland and Mike Barry.

Track Notes

1. THE MASTER'S DAUGHTERS REEL

(a.) The Master's Daughter Maurice Lennon
(b.) Blessing's Traditional.
(c.) Denis O'Brien's Maurice Lennon / Paul Roche

2. SOME FOOLS CRY Mike Hanrahan.

There's a Cloud hanging over you
Can't find shelter from the rain
And a shadow follows you.
You don't even know its name
It stalls and it moves as you move
but it won't cry

It won't cry when you cry like the rain
No one cries when you cry like the rain
When you cry like the rain

There was something tired and weary in the voice
That called to say hello
A once loving heart it seems
Turned cold as stone
The promise and the dream
Have suddenly run dry
and you cry

I hear you cry when you cry like the rain
No one cries when you cry like the rain
When you cry like the rain

There's a world of fools for lovin'
And some fools get through from time to time
When trouble stirs the water then some fools
Run away and hide.
And right or wrong for whatever reason why
Some fools cry

I hear one cry when you cry like the rain
No one cries when you cry like the rain
I hear you cry when you cry like the rain
No one cries when you cry like the rain
When you cry like the rain.

3. AARON'S KEY

(a.) Rose in The Heather Traditional.
(b.) Aaron's Key Paul Roche
(c.) O' Dea's Paul Roche / Maurice Lennon

4. WHEN YOU SMILED Mike Hanrahan.

Oh mamma take a look out on your fields
Can you see them tearing down your trees
What can it all mean
Oh mamma is there nothing you can do
You tell me that your fighting days are through
There must be something you can do

It must have been heaven when you smiled
It must have been heaven when you smiled

Have you heard the mother crying in the east
Heaven knows in the name of some liberty
Her children lay dying
All over the world we hear her voice of rage
From the Stepps to the streets of Washington
Can you hear her mamma

It must have been heaven when you smiled,
It must have been heaven when you smiled.

Oh mamma take a walk out on your fields
We've destroyed all the things you'll need
No use in denying
Oh mamma is there nothing you can do
You tell me your fighting days are through
Tell me how much longer

It must have been heaven when you smiled
It must have been heaven when you smiled
It must have been heaven when you smiled
It must have been heaven when you smiled.

5. ANGEL Mike Hanrahan / Peter Keenan.

When love shines a light on you it takes you in
Nestled, warm and tender
And the memory of the tears
Simply fades away
And you lie in a place of wonder

She's an angle she moves me she sees the child in me
Won't abandon me
My angle how you move me
You see the child in me shine a light on me
My angle.

Moving down the open road
Let it all unfold
There's a warm breeze in our eyes
And the words we'd thought to hide
Somehow they seem so right
As we lie in a place of wonder

She's an angle she moves me she sees the child in me
Won't abandon me
My angle how you move me
You see the child in me shine a light on me
My angle

6. THE HUMOURS OF CLONMULT : SLIDE / JIG / REEL

(a.) The Humours of Clonmult Mike Hanrahan / Maurice Lennon
(b.) Lough Gowna Traditional
(c.) The Congress Traditional

7. BLACK HILL Mike Hanrahan

Her Purple dress in slight decay
Winter weaving its weary tale
Outside swallows fly
Moving out on a twilight sky

He takes her hand and says close your eyes
You've got to leave it all behind
Brush your past with a silent ease
Let me take you where you want to be

Once upon the black hill you will
Look out on a field of dreams
Let it take you far away from here
Once upon the black hill you will remain

She moves closer to the open door
Looking back on the life I've known
I'm tired she says now I know
Life could be giving me a whole lot more

Once upon the black hill you will
Look out on a field of dreams
Let it take you far away from here
Once upon the black hill you will remain

8. THE PRINCE'S FEATHER : REELS

(a.) The Prince's Feather Maurice Lennon
(b.) The Corner House Maurice Lennon

9. CHASING DOWN A RAINBOW Mike Hanrahan,

In the cold winter chill of a city in sleep
He lies helpless no more than a boy
Living on the fast lane he's on his last train
Going out alone
And how the world loves a fool
Who's breaking all the rules
As he contemplates making his move
Reaching for the stars without ever knowing where they are
Who can really say for sure

Just a little boy chasing down a rainbow
Looking for the easy way out
Just another boy chasing down a rainbow
He's not chasing now

And who will say farewell to you my little one
Who will say a prayer for you
You got caught up in the web when you had so much more to tell
You let it all go by

Just a little boy chasing down a rainbow
Looking for the easy way out
Just another boy chasing down a rainbow
He's not chasing now

In each and every way we are victim to our own lives
Who knows what its all about
We're thinking like it should be but living in the way it is
No easy way out

Just a little boy chasing down a rainbow
Looking for the easy way out
Just another boy chasing down a rainbow
He's not chasing now

10. CATALINA Maurice Lennon / John Hurley

11. LONESOME ROAD Mike Hanrahan / Maurice Lennon

I'm dreaming down that old dirt road
I'm dreaming now of home sweet home
Rolling hills on a wild western shore
Take me home lonesome road

Here in a city I'm drenched with rain
I roam the sidewalks I'm hungry again
Out on the edge but I'm not alone
Living out my life sleeping on stone

So I'm dreaming down that old dirt road
I'm dreaming now of home sweet home
Rolling hills on a wild western shore
Take me home lonesome road

For a crime of rage they put me away
For seven years and for seven I had to stay
As cold as hell in a cell by a raging sea
With a howling wind to comfort me

I'm dreaming down that old dirt road
I'm dreaming now of home sweet home
Those rolling hills on a wild western shore
Please take me home lonesome road

12. STARS IN THE MORNING EAST : Air Peter Keenan