Loreena Mckennit
Scottish Ballad
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipes did hum, no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out in the Foggy Dew. But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that watertide in the springtime of the year While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that Freedom's light might shine through the Foggy Dew. Ah, back through the glen I rode again, and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the Foggy Dew
From Letras Mania