Shanagolden, song

James McGonigle, singing in English
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Lyrics

Oh the cold winds from the mountains are calling soft to me
The smell of scented heather brings bitter memory
The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky
Flies high o’er Shanagolden where my young Willie lies

Do you remember darlin’ we walked the moonlit road
I held you in my arms love I would never let you go
Our hands they were entwined my love all in the pale moonlight
By the fields of Shanagolden on a lonely winter’s night

They came the call to arms love and the hills they were aflame
Down from the silent mountains the Saxon strangers came
I held you in my arms then my young heart wild with fear
By the fields of Shanagolden in the springtime of the year

You fought them darling Willie all through the summer days
I heard the rifles firing in the mountains far away
I held you in my arms then your blood ran free and bright
And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely summer’s night

Oh but that was long ago my love and your son grows fine and tall
These hills they are at peace again the Saxon strangers gone
There’s roses on your grave my love there’s an eagle in the sky
Flies high o’er Shanagolden where my young Willie lies

Oh the cold winds from the mountains are calling soft to me
The smell of scented heather brings bitter memory
The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky
Flies high o’er Shanagolden where my young Willie lies