Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Man's Silver , by - The Tannahill Weavers. Song from the album Epona, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 14.03.2006
Record label: Green Linnet
Song language: English
Rich Man's Silver |
| A lone heron flies into the last fire of sunset |
| Wild seabirds cry sad for the passing of the day |
| Had I the wings there is a dream I’d surely follow |
| Swiftly they’d bring me where my thoughts so ever stray |
| Long is the night 'mang the waves upon the ocean |
| Dawn’s early light finds me so far from native shore |
| Gladly I came seeking the joy of rich man’s silver |
| Now is the flame of my dear youthland gold and more |
| Black rain and drills calling me here amang these strangers |
| The brewer’s ancient skills can’t cheer a heart that’s growing cold |
| Carry me o’er like a wild wave on the water |
| Onto the shore of my fair heartland loved of old |