Aisling

See the moon is once more rising

Above our our land of black and green

Hear the rebels voice is calling

I shall not die though you bury me

Hear the aunt in bed a dying

Where is my Johnny

Faded pictures in the hallway

Which one of these brown ghosts is he

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare the well my own Aisling

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me

'Till I come back home again

And the wind it blows to the north and south

And blows to the east and west

I'll be just like that wind my love

For I will have no rest 'til I return to thee

And the wind it blows to the north and south

And blows to the east and west

I'll be just like that wind my love

For I will have no rest 'til I return to thee

Bless the wind that shakes the barley

Curse the spade and curse the plough

Waking in the morning early

I wish to hell I was with you now

One two three four telephone poles

Give me a drink of poitin'

Madness from the mountains crawling

First When I met you my own Aisling

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare the well my own Aisling

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me

Till I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare the well my own Aisling

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me

Till I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare the well my own Aisling

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me

Till I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare the well my own Aisling

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me

Till I come back home again