Paroles de 'In Curraghroe' par Cathy Jordan

In Curraghroe the fields are green, the skies are fair
And Slieve Bawn crown'd in heavenly sheen stands silent there
Even now, 'mid all my hopes and fears, the tears will flow
When I look back through misty years to Curraghroe

In Curraghroe the wild birds sing tehir sweetest lays
The echoes through the valley ring in songs of praise
The cuckoo's call sound soft and clear and heaven bends no-
Oh! Paradise seems very near in Curraghroe

In Curraghroe we ceilidhs made, the ghost-stories told
Then home returning sore afraid of fairies bold
For ghost and goblins did abound roamed to and fro
O'er every rath and glen, and mound in Curraghroe

In Curraghroe our hearts were light and free from care
How joyful was each wintery night that we spent there
We joined the dance - the merry throng tripped heel and toe -
Our laugh was light and loud and long in Curraghroe

In Curraghroe those joyous days sped swiftly o'er
In tears we left hills and braes forevermore
We mingle with the motely throng crowds come and go-
Oh, years are dull and years are long from Curraghroe

In Curraghroe our fathers rest their struggles o'er
Good souls for us they did their best and labiured sore
Their spinning wheels are silent now, their looms don't go
There are no hands to run them now in Curraghroe

In Curraghroe the old folks we loved were kind and true
Their hopes were in the home above, their cares were few
That good old stock is dead and gone, years come and go
No more we'll cheer them with our songs in Curraghroe

Their kindly smiles and loving eyes we'll see no more
WE toil and strive 'neath foreign skies for golden store
Ah! Worth a world' twould to be hear as long ago
Their cheery, kind “God save all here” in Curraghroe

To Curraghroe found mem'ry clings there're we roam
Backward we stray on Faney's wings to the old home
Again we hear the chapel bells see streamlets flow
Through whinny hills and grassy dells in Curraghroe

In Curraghroe we meet no more in joyous bands
We're seattered for o'er many ashore in foreign lands
Ah! Lovely hearts sojourning here before we go
Pause with me - and shed a tear for Curraghroe