Текст песни We Built a Home - Finbar Furey

On famine pathway beneath the hill,
Where my love sleeps there still,
Her restless shadow, wanders the night,
Where the banshee, cried her fill,
We built a home, of clay and stone
On a patch of ground, the landlord owned,
Near Oranmore home where I was born
I'd lay my head with my Irish girl

And the pale moon, it rose on high,
To feed, to feed the darkened skies
To bare witness, to heaven's eyes
Cold, cold genocide

A little we had, so much to lose
No time for prayer, nor what we choose
The blight had takеn, many lives
It would kill us all, man, woman and child

And the pale moon, it rose on high,
To feed, to feed the darkened skies
To bare witness, to heaven's eyes
And cold, cold genocide

Millions died, thousands fled
On famine ships, we cried farewell,
To an Éireann, we'd see no more
As her flesh, fell from her bones

Where the pale moon, it rose on high,
To feed, the darkened skies
To bare witness, to heaven's eyes
Cold, cold genocide