Post by Ptarmigan on May 26, 2008 20:44:39 GMT
The Blue Hills of Antrim
The Blue Hills of Antrim I see in my dreams
The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams
In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe
The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
Slieve Trostan's in shadow and Glenan in tears
Looks sorrowing up at her love through the years
That sad look at Trostan I cannot forget
My heart pines in darkness, my lashes are wet.
Red dawn is at breaking and Slieve Mish is glad
In smiles to the green fields and fallow of Brand
Craighilly is waking from nights dewy sleep
And Kella's young streams with my new pulses leap.
The Blue Hills of Antrim I see in my dreams
The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams
In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe
The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
The Blue Hills of Antrim
The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams
In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe
The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
Slieve Trostan's in shadow and Glenan in tears
Looks sorrowing up at her love through the years
That sad look at Trostan I cannot forget
My heart pines in darkness, my lashes are wet.
Red dawn is at breaking and Slieve Mish is glad
In smiles to the green fields and fallow of Brand
Craighilly is waking from nights dewy sleep
And Kella's young streams with my new pulses leap.
The Blue Hills of Antrim I see in my dreams
The high hills of Antrim, the glens and the streams
In the sunlight and shadow, in weal and in woe
The sweet vision haunts me wherever I go.
The Blue Hills of Antrim