Wandering Aengus

Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is ris’n for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
People talk of rain, now for the pain
Now in the swing of all the people at the gate
Call of many folks down in the woods
Bow down to cypress in the hazel wood and wave
For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus
To step amidst the ferns who gently learn
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks
I have seen your name writ through the close-knit
Pulses swelling in the fire I made last night
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is ris’n for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus