Lyrics Cynara - Anúna, Michael McGlynn

Cynara

Last night, ah yesternight, between her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara, thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat
Nightlong within mine arms in love and sleep she lay
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion
I have forgot much, Cynara, gone with the wind
Flung roses riotously with the throng
Dancing, dancing to put thy pale, lost lilies out of my mind
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea, all the time because the dance was long
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire
There falls thy shadow, Cynara, the night is thine
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara, in my fashion