[ti:Maid Of Culmore]
[ar:Celtic Thunder]
[00:08.129]Leaving  sweet  lovely  Derry
[00:12.529]for  fair  London  town,
[00:17.30]There  is  no  finer  harbour
[00:21.830]all  around  can  be  found,
[00:26.231]Where  the  youngsters  each  evening
[00:30.685]go  down  to  the  shore,
[00:34.790]And  the  joy  bells  are  ringing
[00:39.490]for  the  maid  of  Culmore.
[00:54.191]The  first  time  I  saw  her
[00:58.741]she  passed  me  by,
[01:02.541]And  the  next  time  that  I  saw  her
[01:07.92]she  bid  me  goodbye,
[01:11.142]But  the  last  time  I  saw  her
[01:15.448]it  grieved  my  heart  sore,
[01:19.298]For  she  sailed  down  Loch  Foyle
[01:23.851]and  away  from  Culmore.
[01:28.201]If  I  had  the  power
[01:32.151]the  storms  for  to  rise,
[01:35.901]I  would  make  the  wind  blow  out
[01:40.502]and  I'd  darken  the  skies,
[01:44.402]I'd  make  the  wind  blow  high
[01:48.902]and  the  salt  seas  to  roar,
[01:52.802]Till  the  day  that  my  darling
[01:57.252]sailed  away  from  Culmore.
[02:07.403]To  the  back  parts  of  America
[02:11.853]my  love  I'll  go  seek,
[02:15.553]For  it's  there  I  know  no  one
[02:20.673]and  no  one  knows  me,
[02:23.623]But  if  I  don't  find  her
[02:28.24]I'll  return  home  no  more,
[02:31.873]Like  a  pilgrim  I'll  wander
[02:36.924]for  the  maid  of  Culmore