* Song: * Album: * Notes: Sanas Salty Heaven In the early part of the 20th century, Seamus Ennis roved the Irish countryside collecting folk songs and airs by the hundreds for his radio shows on both Radio Eireann and the BBC. His encyclopedic knowledge and immaculate playing made him the leading authority of Irish music in his day.

Sanas

in the cool, clean air as the storm dies down
peace in the city; thunder moves along
sanas; sanas
in the silence of new lovers, as the singer fills a room
in the voice of seamus ennis; his stories and his tunes
sanas; sanas

we're workin hard to try to reach you
the road seems tougher now to what is true
my brain gets tired sometimes, ragged and worn
I have to surrender, to be born

shannonbridge at sunset, starry midland sky
I sit back and wonder, river whispers by
sanas; sanas
it's the heartbeat of my song; the comfort in my skin
it's the destination of every journey within
sanas; sanas

we're working hard to try to reach you
the road seems tougher now to what is true
my brain gets tired sometimes, ragged and worn
I have to surrender, to be born