Gary Moore

La verdad es que no se qué pasó por la cabeza de este hombre, los primeros discos de Blues no me parecieron malos, pero ostras, que cansino se volvió cuando se descubrió como uno de los pilares de la guitarra de los años noventa!

Y para mi este es el Gary que yo amo, el celta, heavy o lo que sea... se acababa de ir de Thin Lizzy y se salió de madre con unos discos en solitario que tiraban para atrás, de todos el más famoso era este disco, el Wild Frontier, que mezclaba leyendas celtas, con guitarras y con mucho arte, algo que a Gary no le sobra en absoluto.

Y si quereis saber mas del gary guitarrero que tanto amo, pasaros por aquí...

Gary Moore-Over The Hills And Far Away

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
His pistol had been found.


They marched him to the station house,
He waited till the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
He knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
He heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
Tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
For ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
A prisoner's life for him there'll be.


He knew that it would cost him dear,
But yet he dare not say.
Just where he'd been that fateful night,
A secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
He spent his final night of freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
He swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
Back in her arms again he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.


Over the hills and,
Over the hills and,
Over the hills and far away.


Each night within his prison cell,
He looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.


Over the hills and far away,
She prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
Back in his arms again she'll be.


Over the hills and far away,
He swears he will return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
Back in his arms is where she'll be.


Over the hills and far away,
She prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
Back in her arms is where he'll be.


Over the hills,
Over the hills and far away.


Over the hills,
Over the hills and far away