Shanagolden

Verse: 1 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 sky, Flies high or Shannagolden, where my young Willy lies Verse: 2 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 entwined my love all in the pale moonlight, By the fields of Shanagolden, on a lonely winter's night. Verse: 3 Then came the call to arms love, and the hills they were aflamed, Down from the silent mountains, the Saxon strangers came, I held you in my arms then, my young heart wild with fear, By the fields of Shanagolden, in the spring time of the year. Verse: 3 And you fought them darling Willy, all through those summer days, I heard the rifles firing, in the mountains far away, I held you in my arms then, your blood ran free and bright, And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night. Verse: 4 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 on your grave my love, there's an eagle in the sky, Flying high or Shanagolden, where my young Willy died. Verse: 1 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 sky, Flies high or Shannagolden, where my young Willy lies