Biografia:
Lyriel é uma banda alemã formada no Outono de 2003, em Gummersbach.
A linha da banda mantém-se inalterado desde a sua formação. Lyriel tocava como abertura para bandas como Elis, Visions of Atlantis, regicídio, Xandria, Schandmaul, Corvus corax, Saltatio Mortis, Oomph, Schelmish, Korpiklaani e Mannfred Mann's Earth Band. Em 2005, excursionou Alemanha, Áustria e Bélgica, com Elis e Visions of Atlantis. Em Fevereiro de 2006 Lyriel tocou no "Romantic Darkness Tour", juntamente com o regicídio e Xandria.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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F C Dm Am
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Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
Dm A# Am
One morning last July
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From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
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And she smiled as she passed me by.
F C
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
Dm Am
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Dm A# F C
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
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Just to see I was really there.
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
Dm A# Am
And I looked with a feeling rare
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And I says, says I, to a passerby
Dm A# C Dm
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
F C
He smiled at me and he says, says he
Dm Am
"That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
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Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
Dm A# C Dm
She’s the star of the County Down."
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From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
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And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
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At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
Dm A# Am
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes
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With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
Dm A# C Dm
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
F C
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Dm Am
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown
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Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Dm A# C Dm
Sits the star of the County Down
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
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Em C G D
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F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
Dm A# Am
One morning last July
Dm A# F C
From a boreen green came a sweet colleen
Dm A# C Dm
And she smiled as she passed me by.
F C
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
Dm Am
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Dm A# F C
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
Dm A# C Dm
Just to see I was really there.
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head
Dm A# Am
And I looked with a feeling rare
Dm A# F C
And I says, says I, to a passerby
Dm A# C Dm
"Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
F C
He smiled at me and he says, says he
Dm Am
"That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
Dm A# F C
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann
Dm A# C Dm
She’s the star of the County Down."
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
Dm A# F C
At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
Dm A# Am
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes
Dm A# F C
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked right
Dm A# C Dm
For a smile from my nut-brown rose
F C
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Dm Am
Till my plough turns rust coloured brown
Dm A# F C
Till my smiling bride by my own fireside
Dm A# C Dm
Sits the star of the County Down
F C
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay
Dm Am
And from Galway to Dublin town
Dm A# F C
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
Dm A# C Dm
That I met in the County Down.
Dm A# F C
Dm A# Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
F C Dm Am
Dm A# F C
Dm A#-C-Dm
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Em C Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
G D Em Bm
Em C G D
Em C-D-Em
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M. Craft
M. Nasir
M. Ross Perkins
Ma Pauvre Lucett (...)
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