O' Cealleigh

O' Cealleigh - Village Nights lyrics

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A clear night
On a midnight street
A village up
In the district of peaks
Fresh cool air,
Silhouettes of trees
Walking nostalgia
In a breeze
Church bell chimes
I know I am home
This could be glouscester
Stroud or holme
Hands in my pockets,
Owl hoots above,
Big fat moon shines down
With love
Cosgrove hall,
I saw on the way,
Heard happy voices
With good things to say.
Finally home,
At my gate,
Up to bed
My feet do take
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Language: English

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