(intro)  

 

 

 

(same as verses)

See the moon is once more rising Above our land of  

black and  

green

Hear the rebels voice is calling “I shall not die tho’  

you bury  

me”

Hear the Aunt in bed a dying, “Where is my  

John

ny”

Faded pictures in the hallway, which one of these brown  

ghosts is  

he?

Fare thee well my black haired diamond

Fare thee well my  

own 

 

Aisling

Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me

‘Til I come back  

home 

 

again

And the  

wind it blows to the  

North and South

And it  

blows to the East and  

West

And I’ll  

be just like the  

wind my love

For  

I will have no  

rest

‘Til  

I 

re

turn 

 

to 

 

thee