Lirik Lagu The Hill Of Knocknashee/the Busy Bee - Pan Morigan
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The names of beloved, missed places sing themselves like prayers in songs like this one, suggested to me by my sister from the singing of Colm O'Donnell-his gorgeous recording Farewell to Evening Dances . (On Bogfire-get it)Thanks to Fidelma Culleton and Donal Rooke of Northampton, Massachusetts for this particular version.The word "Knocknashee" comes from the Irish cnoc na sidhe, meaning hill of the fairies.
For William, Christopher and Stellan
Good friends we meet in love tonight on Columbia's tranquil shoreThree thousand miles from Erin's isle that we may see no moreYet dearer still is that fair hill than any other to meAnd in our own dlear native tongue we call it Knocknashee
How dear to me fond memories, sweet recollections bringHow often I listened the livelong day to the thrush and blackbird singHow softly did that cuckoo call, from out yon willow treeHow sweet that sound re-echoed round, the hill of Knocknashee
'Tis often I viewed those lovely hills all blooming in their primeFrom Coolaney to Clonacool along the mountainsideThe river Moy so gently flews from there into the seaFarewell, farewell, to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee
There stands the ruined abbey where our people's bones do restThat ancient land that gave them birth now calls them to her breastWhile we are forced to exile by a British tyrannyFarewell, farewell to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee
Farewell unto my Comrades, for to leave you makes me mournMy warm heart I do leave with you, though my back I'm forced to turnThis lonely song of exile, is all that's left for meFarewell, farewell to Carrowamore, and the hill of Knocknashee
For William, Christopher and Stellan
Good friends we meet in love tonight on Columbia's tranquil shoreThree thousand miles from Erin's isle that we may see no moreYet dearer still is that fair hill than any other to meAnd in our own dlear native tongue we call it Knocknashee
How dear to me fond memories, sweet recollections bringHow often I listened the livelong day to the thrush and blackbird singHow softly did that cuckoo call, from out yon willow treeHow sweet that sound re-echoed round, the hill of Knocknashee
'Tis often I viewed those lovely hills all blooming in their primeFrom Coolaney to Clonacool along the mountainsideThe river Moy so gently flews from there into the seaFarewell, farewell, to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee
There stands the ruined abbey where our people's bones do restThat ancient land that gave them birth now calls them to her breastWhile we are forced to exile by a British tyrannyFarewell, farewell to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee
Farewell unto my Comrades, for to leave you makes me mournMy warm heart I do leave with you, though my back I'm forced to turnThis lonely song of exile, is all that's left for meFarewell, farewell to Carrowamore, and the hill of Knocknashee
