Hill of Knocknashee Lyrics, Sligo, Ireland

Описание: Lyrics to "The Hill of Knocknashee" click "See More" below here:
Dear friends we meet in love tonight on Columbus' tranquil shore
Three thousand miles from Erin's isle that we might see no more
Far dearer still is that fair hill than any other to me
And in our own dear native tongue we call it Knocknashee.

How dear to me fond memories, sweet recollections bring
How oft I listened the livelong day to the thrush and blackbird sing
How softly did that cuckoo call, from out yon hollow tree
How sweet that sound re-echoed round, the hill of Knocknashee

How deeply pictured in my mind those places from there I've seen.
There's Keash and Geevagh, Ballymote and the hills around Gurteen
The lakes and groves round Temple House and Streamstowns spreading lee
May the heavens be with you Carrowmore and the hill of Knocknashee

There stands the ruined Abbey where our people's bones now rest
That same dear land that gave them birth now calls them to her breast
Whilst I am forced to leave my home by a foreign tyranny]
Farewell, farewell to Carrowmore and the hill of Knocknashee

'Tis often I viewed your mighty crops all blooming in their prime
From Coolaney on to Clonacool along the mountainside
The river Moy so gently flows from there into the sea
Farewell to you, farewell to all and the hill of Knocknashee

Farewell to evening dances where all merry comrades meet
where the fiddler says "now boys and girls get up and shake your feet"
Tis there youd find a Colleen fair that would fill your heart with glee
Sure I'd risk my life to make my wife a girl from Knocknashee

Farewell to you great comrades all for to part you makes me mourn
My warm heart I do leave with you, though my back I'm forced to turn
One hundred chances are to one that I never more will see
Those good and kind old neighbors round the hill of Knocknashee]

Now The times have changed since I have left, dark heads are now turned gray.
Young lives rise by every hearth while the old ones fade away.
This mournful song of exile sure tis all that's left for me.
So Farewell, farewell, to Carrowmore and the hill of Knocknashee.

Note: There are many versions of this lovely song. This version is compiled from the Foye family in Tubbercurry (and Carniara, and Lissenaugh), and from Colm O'Donnell. For those who want to hear a truly lovely version of this song, get the CD "Songs of Sligo" and hear Colm O'Donnell sing this song. Wow. Worth searching for.