Shanagolden

Oh, the cold winds from the mountains are calling soft to me The smell of scented heather brings bitter memories The wild and lonely eagle, up in the summer skies Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my young Willie lies Do you remember darling, we walked the moonlit road I held you in my arms then, I'd never let you go Our hands they were entwinеd, my love, all in the pale moonlight By thе fields of Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night Then came the call to arms, love, and the hills, they were aflame Down from the silent mountains, the Saxon strangers came I held you in my arms then, my young heart wild with fear Near the fields of Shanagolden, in the springtime of the year And you fought them, darling Willie, all through the summer days I heard the rifles firing in the mountains far away I held you in my arms, love, and your blood ran free and bright And you died by Shanagolden, on a lonely summer's night Oh, but that was long ago, my love, and our son grows fine and tall; The hills, they are at peace again, the Saxon strangers gone There's roses growing on your grave, my love, there's an eagle in the sky Flying high o'er Shanagolden, where my young Willie lies Oh, the cold winds from the mountains are calling soft to me The smell of scented heather brings bitter memories: The wild and lonely eagle, up in the summer skies Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my love Willie lies Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my love Willie lies