Shanagolden

The cold winds from the mountain are calling soft to me

The smell of scented heather, brings bitter memory

The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky

Flies high o’er Shanagolden, where my young Willie lies

I met him in the winter time when snow was on the ground

The Irish hills were peaceful and love was all around

Scarcely twenty one years old a young man in his prime

We were married darling Willie by the eve of Christmas time

Do you remember darlin’when we walked the moonlit road

I held you in my arms love I would never let you go

Our hands they were entwined love all in the pale moonlight

By the fields of Shanagolden on a lonely winter’s night

Then came the call to arms dear and the hills they were aflame

Down from the silent mountains the Saxon strangers came

I held you in my arms love my young heart wild with fear

By the fields of Shanagolden in the spring time of the year

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 your blood ran free and bright

And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely summer’s night

Oh, but that was long ago dear and your son grows fine and tall

The hills they are at peace again, the Saxon strangers' gone

We’ll place a red rose on your grave by the silvery pale moonlight

And we’ll dream of Shanagolden on a lonely winter’s night