Mary Black (n. 22 de mayo 1955, en Dublín, Irlanda) es una cantante irlandesa.
Nació en una familia de músicos. Su padre era violinista y su madre fue una cantante, sus hermanos tienen su propio grupo muical. Ella cantó en su grupo familiar desde su juventud, y su madre Patty tuvo una canción en el álbum de sus hermanos What A Time/Shay, de 1996, escrita por Michael and Martin Black.
Su hermana Frances Black es también una aclamada vocalista.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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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