Rosis *Tag und Nacht * Gruß und Klönthread

Ja, mir gehts soweit gut...war den ganzen Tag zwar hin und her gerissen...
Heut morgen auch noch glatt verschlafen..TaxiDienst für den Sohn, klingelte
wie wild an der Haustürglocke...hihihi...Hab ihn dann aber in rekordverdächtigen 3 Minuten
parat gemacht...(armes Söhnchen, war noch nicht mal richtig wach)...
Und dir gehts gut Rosi?  

Hab ihn dann aber in rekordverdächtigen 3 Minuten
parat gemacht...(armes Söhnchen, war noch nicht mal richtig wach)...


Stell mir das gerade so vor !!! Der arme kleine Kerl ;-))  

mal wieder für Dich aufgebraucht :-(  

 

 

...muss nun wirklich, sonst verpenn ich wieder...tschüss bis morgen...GlückY  

 

Schlaf gut ,damit Du gleich fit ,bist um den Sohnemann und das Töchterchen fertig zu machen ;-))  

 

 

 

 

Songtext:
Traditional, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney
I wished I had you in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygrand,
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
The deepest ocean to be by your side

But the sea is wide and I can't swim over
And neither have I wings to fly
I wish I could find me a handy boatman
To ferry me over to my love and die

My childhood days bring back sad reflections
Of happy days so long ago
My boyhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on like the melting snow

So I'll spend my days in endless roving,
Soft is the grass and my bed is free
Oh to be home now in Carrickfergus,
On the long road down to the salty sea

And in Kilkenny it is reported
On marble stone there as black as ink,
With gold and silver I did support her
But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink

I'm drunk today and I'm rarely sober,
A handsome rover from town to town
Oh but I am sick now and my days are numbered
Come all ye young men and lay me down
Songtext: Carrickfergus (deutsche Übersetzung)

 

 

 

Carrickfergus

Ich wünscht ich wär in Carrickfergus
für eine Nacht zurück in Ballygran
ach könnt ich fliegen über den Ozean
oder wie Jesus über das Wasser gehn!
Doch das Meer ist weit
und ich hab keine Flügel
und bin auch nicht ein Gottessohn.
Ein schwarzer Fährmann
bringt mich einst heimwärts
und meine Seele ist dann sein Lohn.



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Songtext:
Sometimes we know, sometimes we don't
Sometimes we give, sometimes we won't
Sometimes we're strong, sometimes we're wrong
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes it's bad when the going gets tough
When we look in the mirror and we want to give up
Sometimes we don't even think we'll try
Sometimes we cry

Well we're gonna have to sit down and think it right through
If we're only human what more can we do
The only thing to do is eat humble pie
Sometimes we cry

'Fore they put me in a jacket, and they take me away
I'm not gonna fake it like Johnnie Ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry

Sometimes we can't see anything straight
Sometimes everybody is on the make
Sometimes it's lonely on the lost highway
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry

Gonna put me in a jacket, and take me away
I'm not gonna fake it like Johnnie Ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry

Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry

 

 

 

Hi Rosi -

Dir und Deinen Gästen noch schöne und entspannte NAchtstunden ...

schlaf (t) gut  

 

Suzanne by Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.


 

 

Ich bin ein Baum,
meine Blätter wiegen sich in dem Raum,
der weit
umspannt die stille Ewigkeit.
   
Du bist die Gärtnerin und pflegst die  Erde,
dass meinen Blättern Nahrung werde.

von Alfons Petzold