Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aisling, artist - Christy Moore. Date of issue: 14.02.1998
Song language: English
Aisling |
| See the bright new moon is rising |
| Above the land of black and green |
| Hear the rebels voices calling |
| I will not die 'till you bury me |
| The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling |
| Why has he forsaken me |
| Faded pictures in the hallway |
| Which one of them brown ghosts is he |
| Bless the wind that shakes the barley |
| Curse the spade and curse the plough |
| I’ve counted years and weeks and days |
| And I wish to God I was with you now |
| Fare thee well me black-haired diamond |
| Fare thee well me own Aisling |
| At night fond dreams of you still haunt me |
| Far across the grey north sea |
| And the wind it blows from the North and South |
| To the East And to the West |
| I will be like the wind my love |
| For I will know no rest 'till I return to thee |
| 1, 2, 3 telegraph poles |
| Standing on the cold black road |
| The night is fading into morning |
| Give us a drop of your sweet poit’n |
| The rain was lashing — the sun was rising |
| The wind was howling through the trees |
| The madness from the mountains crawling |
| When I saw you first my own Aisling |
| Bless the wind that shakes the barley |
| Curse the spade and curse the plough |
| I’ve counted years and weeks and days |
| And I wish to God I was with you now |
| Fare thee well my black haired diamond |
| Fare thee well my own Aisling |
| At night fond dreams of you still haunt me |
| Far across the grey north sea |