Dolores Keane you are truly amazing woman the best woman that ever ever came from Ireland they never ever be a other woman that will ever ever be as good as you I love you Dolores ♥️🇮🇪💯😢
Your more than welcome. After the wonderful week of blue skys and sunshine that I just had in Ireland, I kept thinking back to this song. This is the definitive version as far as I'm concerned. Best wishes. Mike
Love her singing How pleasant in winter To sit by the hob Just listening to the barks And the howls of the dog Or to walk through the green fields Where wild daisies grew To pluck the wild flowers In the may morning dew When summer is coming When summer is near With the trees oh so green And the sky bright and clear And the wee birds all singing Their loved ones to woo And young flowers all springing In the may morning dew I remember the old folk All now dead and gone And likewise my two brothers Young Dennis and John How we ran o'er the heather The wild hare to pursue And the proud deer we hunted In the may morning dew Of the house I was born in There's but a stone on the stone And now all 'round the garden Wild thistles have grown And gone are the neighbours That I once knew No more will we wander Through the may morning dew
I first heard this song in my 30s. Now in my late 50s it hits differently.
This is just pure magic, so much feeling for this beautiful song.
Thank you Delores. I loved it so much for many a year
Dolores
Your “May Morning Dew” is just out of this world…
Your voice is the voice of Ireland..
Go mBeannai Dia Dhuit!!
Dolores Keane you are truly amazing woman the best woman that ever ever came from Ireland they never ever be a other woman that will ever ever be as good as you I love you Dolores ♥️🇮🇪💯😢
Beautiful and Irish. Don't let it die.
God bless you Dolores for your fine music and for your amazing songs 🇮🇪☘️❤️
Your more than welcome. After the wonderful week of blue skys and sunshine that I just had in Ireland, I kept thinking back to this song. This is the definitive version as far as I'm concerned. Best wishes. Mike
Awesome! Love that drone all the way through in the background.
Dolores has done her usual AMAZING job on this. WOW.
She sould be in the hall of fame👍👑
I'm not even Irish but I still find it very beautiful
An cailín rua...go hiontach ar fad...the greatest Irish female singer that ever lived...
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~Voice an Angel~
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No-one compares to you Dolores.....Happy May Morning.
Listen to this version .
Siobhan Miller a Scottish singer's version
Love her singing
How pleasant in winter
To sit by the hob
Just listening to the barks
And the howls of the dog
Or to walk through the green fields
Where wild daisies grew
To pluck the wild flowers
In the may morning dew
When summer is coming
When summer is near
With the trees oh so green
And the sky bright and clear
And the wee birds all singing
Their loved ones to woo
And young flowers all springing
In the may morning dew
I remember the old folk
All now dead and gone
And likewise my two brothers
Young Dennis and John
How we ran o'er the heather
The wild hare to pursue
And the proud deer we hunted
In the may morning dew
Of the house I was born in
There's but a stone on the stone
And now all 'round the garden
Wild thistles have grown
And gone are the neighbours
That I once knew
No more will we wander
Through the may morning dew
I’m
Céad maith agat! Thanks for posting the BEST version of this song. This has haunted me for years.
Simply the best female singer beautiful xx
so glad someone finally posted this song :) Love it , I could listen to it for the whole month of may and more :) thank you!
As equally haunting as it is beautiful
Dolores really did justice to her musical inheritance,her aunts in Caherlistran, RIP.
Dolores Keane: National Treasure; simple as.
cinnte
Fior thaisce!
you're such a helpful guy!!
Lovely...
What album is this gorgeous song on?
Dolores Keane self titled album, 1988. Its available on Amazon.
Who is playing accordion?
mairtin o'connor. very distinctive style.
Late night news
below lyrics are not what Dolores sings
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