5 acessos
For too long now I've been a stranger here
To the hills above the Glenshane and your rocks and your rain
When the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
In the wind they sing "Come away, come away"
To the murmuring stream with the town below
In the babbling swell of the winding row
And you still might here the great O'Cahan Clan
"Come away", they sing, "to the Benedy Glen"
Where the hound of the plane has walked this land
And the loneliest mile with a sword in his hand
And his blood runs still in ever stream and glen
And his home can be seen from the Hill of the Thieves
For too long now I've been a stranger here
To the hills above the Glenshane and your rocks and your rain
When the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
In the wind they sing "Come away, come away"