The Planters Daughter Song Lyrics By Johnny McEvoy.
Johnny wrote this song for his wife Odette and it's on his album The Basement Session released in October 2014.
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March winds were blowing when we met,
A moment in time I won't forget,
Rain drops were falling at your feet,
Reflecting your beauty on the street.
Grafton Street was empty of all charm,
You reached out and took me by the arm,
I've never felt as good as I felt then,
I knew I'd never be the same again.
Down where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not right
Our ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.
Strongbow's blood ran in you veins,
Of myself I couldn't say the same,
But some how it seemed to be ok,
And it didn't really matter anyway.
Were I to live a thousand years,
And hear the angels whisper in my ears,
And sit and watch the sunlight fade away,
I never will forget that one spring day.
Down where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not right
Our ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.
A moment in time I won't forget,
Rain drops were falling at your feet,
Reflecting your beauty on the street.
Grafton Street was empty of all charm,
You reached out and took me by the arm,
I've never felt as good as I felt then,
I knew I'd never be the same again.
Down where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not right
Our ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.
Strongbow's blood ran in you veins,
Of myself I couldn't say the same,
But some how it seemed to be ok,
And it didn't really matter anyway.
Were I to live a thousand years,
And hear the angels whisper in my ears,
And sit and watch the sunlight fade away,
I never will forget that one spring day.
Down where the old Church yard lies
Under the grey midlands skies
tumble down and broken hoofs say it's not right
Our ancestors might,
but I'll always love the planters daughters.