Aisling

See the moon is once more rising
Above our land of black and green
Hear the rebels voices calling
I shall not die though you bury me
Hear the aunt in bed a-dying
Why has he forsaken me
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of these ghosts is he
Fare thee well, my black-haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Dreams and nights with you will haunt me
'Till I come back home to thee
The wind it blows to the north and south
It blows to the east and west
I'll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
'Till I return to thee
Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the shovel and curse the plough
Waking in the morning early
I wish to Hell I was with you now
One, two, three, four, turn your poles
Give me a cup of sweet poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first saw you, my own Aisling
Fare thee well, my black-haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Dreams and nights with you will haunt me
'Till I come back home to thee
Fare thee well, my black-haired diamond
Fare thee well my own Aisling
Dreams and nights with you will haunt me
'Till I come back home to thee
The wind it blows to the north and south
It blows to the east and west
I'll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
'Till I return to thee