Song | The Castle Of Dromore |
Artist | Cherish the Ladies |
Album | On Christmas Night |
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作词 : Traditional | |
The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore | |
Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store | |
Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you | |
Chorus: | |
Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan | |
Hushabye loo, low loo | |
Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen's wild banshee | |
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me | |
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sue | |
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore | |
Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soar | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore | |
Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store | |
Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you | |
Chorus: | |
Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan | |
Hushabye loo, low loo | |
Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen' s wild banshee | |
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me | |
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sue | |
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore | |
Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soar | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
The October winds lament around the castle of Dromore | |
Yet peace is in her lofty halls, my loving treasure store | |
Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you | |
Chorus: | |
Sing hushabye loo, low loo, low lan | |
Hushabye loo, low loo | |
Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen' s wild banshee | |
Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me | |
And Holy Mary pitying us to Heaven for grace doth sue | |
Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore | |
Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soar | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do | |
A little rest and then the world is full of work to do |