On My Enchanted Sight |
I I was looking from my windowon the moon on a moonlit night and everything was perfect if not perfectly in sight and I put my mind to wondering on the night we turned to day beneath the castle on Tadhg Mór's mountain with our hearts being swept away hearts being a-swept, hearts hearts being swept away
II With the silver stream a-rushingAnd a-pulling at our feet And I'm glad I've known the hunger and I'm glad I've seen it eat I think I'll never see a beauty Such as yours framed in that night you wore it like a cloak, you did On my enchanted sight, my enchanted my enchanted sight
III My vision will not soar againas was deemed on that fair night when everything was perfect if not perfectly in sight how theese souls that went-a-wandering On the liquid night did stray beneath the castle on Tadhg Mór's mountain with our hearts being swept away hearts being a-swept, hearts hearts being swept away
IV With the silver stream a-rushingand a-pulling at their feet when they sat down with the hunger and the tree of them did eat I myself did paint this beauty And did frame her in that night
This is the portrait of my love you see
(Jimmy McCarthy) |
Geraldine Macgowan |
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