Текст песни Silent O Moyle - Meav
Silent,
oh
Moyle,
be
the
roar
of
thy
water
Break
not,
ye
breezes,
your
chain
of
repose
While
murmuring
mournfully,
Lir's
lonely
daughter
Tells
to
the
night
star
her
tale
of
woes
When
shall
the
swan,
her
death
note
singing
Sleep
with
wings
in
darkness
furled?
When
shall
Heav'n,
its
sweet
bell
ringing
Call
my
spirit
from
this
stormy
world?
Sadly,
oh
Moyle,
to
thy
winter
wave
weeping
Fate
bids
me
languish
long
ages
away
Yet
still
in
her
darkness
doth
Erin
lie
sleeping
Still
doth
the
pure
light
its
dawning
delay
When
will
that
day
star,
mildly
springing
Warm
our
isle
with
peace
and
love?
When
shall
Heav'n,
its
sweet
bell
ringing
Call
my
spirit
to
the
fields
above?
Call
my
spirit
to
the
fields
above?
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