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Letras de Canciones / S / Seán Keane / Turn A Phrase / |
| Seán Keane - Sweet Inishcara |
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I have rambled in exile mid cruel hearted strangers,
Far, far from my home and the beautiful Lee,
I have struggled alone through
All hardship and danger,
And braved every fate on the land
And the sea.
From Columbia's wild forests to India's
Spiced bowers,
On the great foreign rivers whose sands
Are of gold,
I have sighed for thee still mid
The birds and the flowers
I love you and will till my
Heart does grow old.
I have roved with fair maidens with
Dark flowing tresses
And beautiful eyes have looked kindly on me,
But I thought with regret
Of the smiles and carresses
Of that fair haired young maiden
That dwelt by the Lee.
And now I've returned but she's not
In her bower,
Where the river flows past with
It's small tiny waves,
I have called her in vain,
For the ivory crowned tower
Of sweet Inishcara o'ershadows her grave.
The home of my childhood,
To ruin it is falling,
And the loved ones that blessed it
Will greet me no more,
But I look on it still,
Joyous visions recalling,
Though the tall grass has grown
On the step of the door.
I would rest with thee soon
With the shamrock above me,
From my own native Cork,
No more shall I roam
Till I'm laid in the grave
With the dear ones that love me,
As in death they will welcome their
Wanderer home |
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Webs amigas |
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