Old plates on the dresser like moons
A boy four and his sister six
And a jar of spoons
Old lamp
The keepers of this domain
Aunt Annie and Cousin Sarah
Pearl and Plain
Pearl and Plain
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
Tucked in
Against the hill of Keadeen
With its foxes and famous heather
Babies with their fears!
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg!
I know our old aunt is dead
I know we are not within
But I'm hoping to hear her tread
Hurrying to let us in
Knock on the door
Look for the graves
Kelshabeg Video (MV)
Performed By: Mull Historical Society
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Colin MacIntyre, Sebastian Barry
Mull Historical Society - Kelshabeg Lyrics
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Old plates on the dresser like moons
A boy four and his sister six
And a jar of spoons
Old lamp
The keepers of this domain
Aunt Annie and Cousin Sarah
Pearl and Plain
Pearl and Plain
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
Tucked in
Against the hill of Keadeen
With its foxes and famous heather
Babies with their fears!
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg!
I know our old aunt is dead
I know we are not within
But I'm hoping to hear her tread
Hurrying to let us in
Knock on the door
Look for the graves
A boy four and his sister six
And a jar of spoons
Old lamp
The keepers of this domain
Aunt Annie and Cousin Sarah
Pearl and Plain
Pearl and Plain
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
Tucked in
Against the hill of Keadeen
With its foxes and famous heather
Babies with their fears!
It's sixty years since those lit souls were doused
They're pushing up the wild quince
They gave us what our parent's could not
A sense of sense of safety
A sense of sense of Kelshabeg calling
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg
In Kelsha Kelsha Kelshabeg!
I know our old aunt is dead
I know we are not within
But I'm hoping to hear her tread
Hurrying to let us in
Knock on the door
Look for the graves
Writer: Colin MacIntyre, Sebastian Barry
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Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Mute Song Limited