Damien Dempsey
Seanchai
I wander through the hills, love, with poetry in my headSeanchai, Seanchai , SeanchaiOne sip of my poitin, love, and I can raise the deadSeanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiThere's music in my voice, love, in every word I saySeanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiThe uilleann pipes you'll hear, love, but they'll be far awaySeanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiI'll let you hear my ancient craft, dearAnd all of your sorrows just fade awayLeave the war, dear, outside my door, dearAnd all of your sorrows just fade awayThe fiddle coos the tattoo of the feet upon the floorSeanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiThe wailing of the banshee outside my cabin doorSeanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiI speak in Gaelic tongue, love and wisdom is my friendSeanchai, Seanchai, SeanchaiWhen I am gone you'll never see the likes of me againSeanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai
From Letras Mania