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True Love Knows No Season (Remastered 2020)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Planxty
Performer
Donal Lunny
Donal Lunny
Bouzouki
Christy Moore
Christy Moore
Vocals
Andy Irvine
Andy Irvine
Mandolin
Liam O'Flynn
Liam O'Flynn
Uilleann Pipes
Matt Molloy
Matt Molloy
Flute
Noel Hill
Noel Hill
Concertina
Tony Linnane
Tony Linnane
Fiddle
Bill Whelan
Bill Whelan
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Blake
Norman Blake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donal Lunny
Donal Lunny
Producer
Brian Masterson
Brian Masterson
Engineer
Pearse Dunne
Pearse Dunne
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Thomas
Paul Thomas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kevin Moloney
Kevin Moloney
Assistant Recording Engineer
Aidan Foley
Aidan Foley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Billy Gray rode into Gantry way back in '83 There he first met with young Sarah Maclane The wild rose of morning, the pale flower of dawning Hurled a springtime into Billy's life that day Sarah she could not see the daylight of reality In her young eyes Billy bore not a flaw Knowing not her chosen one, he was a hired gun Wanted in Kansas City by the law Then one day a tall man came riding from the Badlands That lie to the north of New Mexico He was overheard to say, he was looking for a Billy Gray A wanted man and a danger said law Well the news it came creeping to Billy fast sleeping There in the Clarendon Bar and Hotel He ran to the old church that lies on the outskirts Thinking he'd hide in the old steeple bell But a rifleball came flying, face down he lay dying There in the dust of the road where he lay Sarah ran to him, she was cursing the lawman The poor girl knew no reason, except that he'd been Killed Sarah still lives in that old white frame house Where she first met Billy some forty years ago But the wild rose of morning has faded with the dawning Of each day of sorrow the long years have grown And written on the stone where the dusty winds have Long blown Eighteen words to a passing world say "True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay. " "True love knows no season, no rhyme or no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay. "
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