Dónal Óg

You promised me a Thing
That was hard for you
A ship of gold
Beneath a silver mast
Twelve towns with a market
In all of them
And a fine, white court
By the sea side at last
And a fine, white court
By the sea side at last

You promised me a thing
That was not possible
That you would give me gloves
Made by the fish
That you would give me shoes
Made by the birds
And a cloak of the dearest silk in Ireland
And a cloak of the dearest silk in Ireland

When I go by myself
To the Well of Loneliness
I sit down, and I think of my troubles
When I see the world
And do not see my lad in its fields
It seems so empty and full of struggles
It seems so empty and full of struggles

You've taken the East
You've taken the West
And you've taken what was Before
And All that was Left

You've taken the Moon
You've taken the Sun
And my fear is great that you
Will have taken The One
And my fear is great that you
Will have taken The One

My Heart lies hopeful
As an opal
Shimmering bright
My heart lies with the Hope
For New Love, with its Light

I Sing here calling Him
With the strength of my charms
He comes by day, and by night
I'll rest in His arms
He comes by day, and by night
I'll rest in His arms
He comes by day, and by night
I'll rest in His arms
I'll rest in His arms