Coda singing 'How Can I Live at the Top of a Mountain' in Holy Trinity Church, Westport

Coda singing 'How Can I Live at the Top of a Mountain' a capella in Holy Trinity Church, Westport, Co Mayo, Ireland. This song features on Coda's second album 'Train of Spirits' just released in Dec 2017. Conall heard this song performed years ago by Róisín White from Armagh who got the song from Sarah Makem, mother of Tommy Makem, herself a great singer with a tremendous store of songs.
Coda are seven singers and musicians from Mayo that sing a selection of both a capella and self-accompanied songs in close harmony. They are (l-r) Declan Askin, Alan Drumm, Mike Cannon, Conall Ó Domhnaill, Steve Bryant, Brian Lennon and Leonard Kelly.
Thanks to Gerry Ryder for recording.

[@kasidler8933]

My Dear Coda, you are doing this mothers heart well tonight. As I hope for my daughter's healing, you are easing my pain. Thank you for taking me home.

[@maartenbouwmeester2951]

stay strong, stay strong. I pray everything is alright!!

[@christinekaye6393]

Love, love, love!

[@serdmuller6830]

It is so inspiring to hear such the passion in their voices and some beautiful harmony on top of that. These men achieved GREATNESS.

[@NiallMor]

Nicely done, gentlemen! This has always been one of my favorite Irish traditional songs, and you do a fine job of it with this close harmony arrangement.

[@maceofbass9295]

Just beautiful, bravo!

[@cbrusharmy]

That was awesome, gents.

[@rickmcgibbon6290]

Jakkers ! Lads your harmony and diction and pace are truly the grandest thing I have heard in a long time. I will have to take a wee walk to the record store and purchase your album to listen to and truly enjoy. Slainte

[@dominusalicorn3684]

This song quite sounds like Parting Glass. There are whole sequences I can hum Parting Glass along with this tune.

[@sentimentaloldme]

This song is more difficult to sing ...I sing both..

[@christinekaye6393]

How can I live at the top of the mountain With no money in my pocket and no gold for to count it? But I would let the money go all for to please her fancy And I would marry no one but my bonnie blue-eyed lassie She's my bonnie blue-eyed lassie with an air so sweet and Tender Her walk, like a swan that floats, and her waist so small And slender Her golden hair in ringlets fell all on her snow-white Shoulders And I'd ask her for to marry me, and there's no one could Be bolder Some people say that she is very low in station And other people say she'll be the cause of my ruination, But let them all say what they will, to me she will prove Constant still Till the day that I die she will be my own lovely lady Lightly swims the swan o'er the clear and flowing water And blithely sings the nightingale, so happy to behold Her The winds do blow, the moorcocks crow, the moon, it Shines so deeply But deeper by far is my love for my own lady