This world is not my home . . . but someday it will be.
Friday, June 10, 2016
Songs of Place: The Streets of Arklow
The only people I know who sing and write about place as much as American Southerners do are the Irish and Scots. The Streets of Arklow is a paean to a place and to a day, and I think it is one of the most beautiful songs I know.
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