Sin orden ni concierto

   Canción de Van Morrison  de 1973. Letra Look at the ivy on the cold clinging wall Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall It's not a matter of when push comes to shove It's just an hour on the wings of a dove It's just warm love It's just warm love I dig it when you're fancy dressed up in lace I dig it when you have a smile on your face This inspiration's got to be on the flow These invitations got to see it and know It's just warm love It's just warm love And it's ever present everywhere And it's ever present everywhere Warm love And it's ever present everywhere And it's ever present everywhere That warm love To the country I'm going Lay and laugh in the sun You can bring your guitar along We'll sing some songs and we'll have some fun The sky is crying and it's time to go home And we shall hurry to the car from the foam Sit by the fire and dry out our wet clothes It's raining outside from the skies up above...

  Canción popular irlandesa, con el nombre de la ciudad de Carrickfergus en el Condado de Antrim, Irlanda del Norte. Aquí en la versión de Van Morrison y The Chieftains Letra I wish I was in Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean The deepest ocean for my love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over Neither have I wings to fly If I could find me a handsome boatsman To ferry me over to my love and die My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy times spent so long ago My childhood friends and my own relations Have all passed on now like melting snow But I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, my bed is free Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus On that long road down to the sea I'll spend my days in endless roaming Soft is the grass, my bed is free But I am sick now, and my days are numbered Come all you young men and lay me down

  Posiblemente la mejor versión de este espiritual. La mas profunda y sentida. Odetta Holmes fue calificada por  Martin Luther King,  como la Reina de la Música Folk Americana. Esta versión fue la empleada por Pier Paolo Pasolini en El Evangelio según San Mateo. Traigo también la versión de Van Morrison de su álbum de 1987, Poetic Champions Compose que transforma el espiritual afroamericano en una pieza de jazz espiritual. Letra Sometimes I feel like a motherless child Long way from my home Sometimes I wish I could fly Like a bird up in the sky Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly Fly like a bird up in the sky Sometimes I wish I could fly Like a bird up in the sky Closer to my home Motherless children have a hard time Motherless children have-a such a hard time Motherless children have such a really hard time A long way from home Sometimes I feel like freedom is here Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near y su traducción A veces me siento como un niño sin madre Muy lejos de...