Mary Black (born 23 May 1955 in Dublin) is an Irish singer. She is well known as an interpreter of both folk and contemporary material which has made her a major recording artist in her native Ireland and in many other parts of the world. She was named "Best Female Artist" in the IRMA poll in 1987, 1988, 1992, 1994 and 1996.
Black was born into a musical family. Her father had been a fiddler, her mother a singer, and her brothers have their own group. She sang in her family's group in her youth.
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Date: Fri, 23 Jan 1998 14:39:47 -0600 From: [email protected] Subject: Song for Ireland.pro
SONG FOR IRELAND performed by:Mary Black on Putumayo presents "Women of the Celtic World" Transcribed by: Dirk Cushenbery ([email protected])
Verse 1: [D]Walking all the [A]day Near[G] tall [D/F#]towers where [G/E]falcons build[A] their nests[D] [D]Silver-winged they [A]fly They [em]know the [bm]call of [G]freedom [A]in their [D]breasts [G]Saw Black Head a[Asus]gainst the sky[A] Where [D]twisted [bm]rocks they [D]run down[G] to the [A]sea
Chorus: [G]Living on[A] your we[D]stern shore[bm] [bm]Saw summer [D]sunsets, [G]asked for [A]more [G]I stood by [A]your At[D]lantic [A]Sea And [em]sang a [bm]song for[G] I[A]re[D]land
Verse 2: Drinking all the day In old pubs where fiddlers love to play Saw one touch the bow He played a reel which seemed so grand and gay Stood on Dingle Beach and cast In wild foam we found Atlantic bass
Chorus
Verse 3: Talking all the day With true friends who try to make you stay Telling jokes and news Singing songs to pass the time away Watched the Galway salmon run Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
Chorus
Verse 4: Dreaming in the night I saw a land where no one had to fight Waking in your dawn I saw you crying in the morning light Sleeping where the falcons fly They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky