Turn Ye To Me

Verse The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me The seabird is crying wearily, wearily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse Cold are the storm winds that ruffle his breast Yet warm are the downy plumes lining his nest Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse The waves are driving wearily, wearily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me The seabird is crying wearily, wearily Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me Verse Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea Thy home on the rock is a shelter to thee Thy home is the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me