John McDermott
silent oh moyle
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Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
Tell's to the night-star her tale of woes.
When shall the swan, her death-note singing,
Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heaven, its sweet bell ringing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- My Gentle Harp
- O Canada And Other Inspirational International Anthems
- Timeless Memories: Greatest Hits
- Daughter of Mine (The Perfect Wedding Album)
- The Danny Boy Collection
- Christmas Memories
- When I Grow Too Old to Dream
- Songs of The Isles: Ireland
- O Canada
- Old Friends
- Danny Boy
- Great Is Thy Faithfulness - Songs of Inspiration
- Stories of Love
- Songs of the Isles – Scotland
- Scotland This Ancient Land
- A Traditional Christmas
- The Old House
- Caledonia - A Highland Homecoming