Irish contemporary with a twist of bluegrass
Original music by The Troubles
Loretta A. Murphy, lyrics
Paul N. Noon, music
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The is a song about a misty June morning spent in Birr, Ireland, nestled in the lovely Midlands of County Offaly.
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'Tween the Hedgerows
Verse 1
Ye kissed me 'tween the hedgerows
Ye gave me little warnin'
June was drawin' to a close
As the mists rose up that mornin'
And as the mists rose over Birr
So did my cautious heart
I let myself reach out to ye
Though I knew one day we'd part
Chorus
A stolen kiss, a hope restored
Ye gave me little choice
'Tis human nature to sing again
When given back its' voice
Ye say ye are in prison
Ye never shall be free
Ah, but dear one, what is freedom
Without love's sanctity?
Verse 2
'Tis not the fallin' in of love
That causes us such pain
But the dreary fallin' out of love
That brings on tears like rain
Do not despair, ye have my love
Ye have my friendship, too
But have ye earned my loyalty
To always see ye through?
Chorus
Verse 3
Ye kissed me 'tween the hedgerows
As the sun burned off the mysts
Ye kissed me as I never have
In my life e're been kissed
But ye have chosen prison
'Till the jailer unlocks yer door
One day a free man, ye will be
But I'll wait not one day more
Chorus
Tag Ah, but dear one, what is freedom
Without love's sanctity?
Verse 2
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