The Night Visiting Song Tin Whistle Music Notes
Sheet Music. A trad. Scottish song recorded by Luke Kelly and The Dubliners. The Night Visiting Song Lyrics . I recommend anybody whose just starting to play the whistle to start with this song if you already know the tune. It's one of them songs that just uses 5 notes and yet you wouldn't think your only playing such a small number of notes. It only goes from the D up to the A and yet sound good. I also included the piano / keyboard notes in a different key for beginners, they are all white notes. The song was recorded at ''The Forge Sessions'' by The Whistlin' Donkeys in 2019 who done a great version. Piano chords included.
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All of the sheet music tabs have been made as easy to play as was possible.
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All of the sheet music tabs have been made as easy to play as was possible.
The price of the ebooks is €7.50
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Ballad Of Luke Kelly Song Lyrics
(Verse 1)
From the streets of Sheriff Street, a voice took hold,
A young man with a spirit brave and bold.
No ordinary singer, no gentle sound,
But a tempest in his throat on Dublin ground.
He picked up the banjo, a five-stringed gleam,
And sang of the city, a working man's dream.
Luke Kelly they called him, with eyes of fire,
Fueling a rebellion in the Dublin choir.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
(Verse 2)
From O'Donoghue's pub, a legend was born,
With Ronnie and Barney, and their songs in the morn.
The Dubliners they called themselves, a ramblin' crew,
Bringing old ballads and stories anew.
They played for the poor man, the rich man, the king,
But it was Luke’s passion that made the rafters ring.
He'd belt out "Raglan Road" with a sorrowful grace,
And tears would roll down on a tear-stained face.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
(Verse 3)
He sang of the struggles, the hardships and strife,
The joys and the sorrows that make up a life.
He'd sing of the rebellion, the hope, and the pain,
With a fire in his belly and sun through the rain.
A poet and a patriot, a true working son,
His music still echoes though his days are now done.
So next time you're walking on Grafton Street's lane,
You might hear his voice whispering in the rain.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
(Verse 1)
From the streets of Sheriff Street, a voice took hold,
A young man with a spirit brave and bold.
No ordinary singer, no gentle sound,
But a tempest in his throat on Dublin ground.
He picked up the banjo, a five-stringed gleam,
And sang of the city, a working man's dream.
Luke Kelly they called him, with eyes of fire,
Fueling a rebellion in the Dublin choir.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
(Verse 2)
From O'Donoghue's pub, a legend was born,
With Ronnie and Barney, and their songs in the morn.
The Dubliners they called themselves, a ramblin' crew,
Bringing old ballads and stories anew.
They played for the poor man, the rich man, the king,
But it was Luke’s passion that made the rafters ring.
He'd belt out "Raglan Road" with a sorrowful grace,
And tears would roll down on a tear-stained face.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
(Verse 3)
He sang of the struggles, the hardships and strife,
The joys and the sorrows that make up a life.
He'd sing of the rebellion, the hope, and the pain,
With a fire in his belly and sun through the rain.
A poet and a patriot, a true working son,
His music still echoes though his days are now done.
So next time you're walking on Grafton Street's lane,
You might hear his voice whispering in the rain.
(Chorus)
Oh, the rasp in his voice, like gravel and stone,
Telling a story that was all his own.
Of Molly and Johnny, and the wild rover's plight,
He'd fill up the pubs with his glorious might.
So raise up a glass, let the Guinness pour free,
To the lion-hearted singer, from the banks of the Liffey.
