Druids in the Glen

My love, he sat down by my side
Saying that war would shortly part us
Cruel the fate that falls to us
Astor liom - gra mo chroi

As he sailed out from the shore
My poor heart was surely breaking
Praying for winds to bring him home
Astor liom - gra mo chroi

But the wind that blows through the valley
Came in whispers, came in softly
For softly comes the banshee's lonely cry
His life is no more, his blood stains far off shores

So I will wear a bonnet black
On my back, a shawl of grey
And in my heart, a sonnet blue
Astor liom - gra mo chroi

Where he's lying in his grave
I must sail and kneel beside him
I will bend and whisper low
Astor liom - gra mo chroi

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