Có 82 tác phẩm của tác giả John Mcdermott

 Panis Angelicus 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Panis angelicus fit panis hominum; Dat panis coelicus figuris terminum: O res mirabilis! manducat cominum. Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis, Pauper, pauper, servus et humilis. Panis angelicus fit panis himinum;…

 Scotland For Ever (scotland The Brave) 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Scotland for ever (scotland the brave) : to cliff hanley Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies Her sons…

 Silent Night 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant, so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace! Sleep in heavenly peace!…

 Sonny's Dream 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
(chorus) Sonny don't go away, i am here all alone And your daddy's a sailor who never comes home And the nights get so long and the silence goes on…

 Suo Gan 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Holy saviour, yet so tiny, Mighty ruler, yet so small. Infant lowly, born so humbly, Yet redeemer of us all. Now the angels sing to greet thee, God is with…

 The Bard Of Armaugh 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Oh! list to the strains of a poor irish harper And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand; Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper To…

 The Dutchman 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The dutchman's not the kind of man To keep his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret only margaret knows When amsterdam is…

 The Fields Of Athenry 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
by a lonely prison wall I heard a young girl calling, 'michael, they are taking you away. For you stole travelyns corn, So the young might see the morn, Now…

 The Green Isle Of Erin 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
There is a voice in the silence A voice ever calling A voice like the song of a far distant sea A music the soul Of the wild breakers roaring…

 The Holly And The Ivy 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown. The rising of the sun,…

 Postcard From Paris 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Dear friend of mine the weather's fine Today i saw some ruins of the roman worlds decline So i climbed those spanish steps You've heard so much about But rome…

 She Moved Thro' The Fair 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
My young love said to me "my mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind" And she stepp'd away from me And this she…

 Somewhere A Child Is Sleeping 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The snow is softly falling The night is cold and grey The forests fields and mountains Await the coming day One star outshines the others So bright as if to…

 Steal Away 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Steal away let's steal away No reason left to stay For me and you Let's start a-new And darling steal away Steal away and chase some dreams And hope they…

 Sweet Sister Mary 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
Sweet sister mary what is this i hear I hear that you're planning on leaving from here And i fear that it's true there's a great empty space Faces are…

 The Cliffs Of Dooneen 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The cliffs of dooneen: to izabella and tadeusz You may travel far from your own native home Far away o'er the mountains far away o'er the foam But of all…

 The Faded Coat Of Blue 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue; In a lonely grave unknown lies the heart that beat so true He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd…

 The Green Fields Of France 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
How do you do young willie mcbride, Do you mind if i sit here down by your graveside, And rest for a while 'neath the warm summer sun, I've been…

 The Harp That Once 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The harp that once : to oombayga and family The harp that once through tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on tara's walls As if…

 The Lark In The Clear Air 

 John Mcdermott | 13 năm trước
The lark in the clear air : to my sister margaret Dear thoughts are in my mind And my soul soars enchanted As i hear the sweet lark sing In…