Cathy Jordan - In Curraghroe lyrics

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In Curraghroe the fields are green, the skies are fair

And Slieve Bawn crown'd in heavenly sheen stands silent there

Even now, 'mid all my hopes and fears, the tears will flow,

When I look back through misty years to Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe the wild birds sing tehir sweetest lays

The echoes through the valley ring in songs of praise

The cuckoo's call sound soft and clear and heaven bends no-

Oh! Paradise seems very near in Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe we ceilidhs made, the ghost-stories told;

Then home returning sore afraid of fairies bold,

For ghost and goblins did abound roamed to and fro,

O'er every rath and glen, and mound in Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe our hearts were light and free from care,

How joyful was each wintery night that we spent there.

We joined the dance - the merry throng tripped heel and toe -

Our laugh was light and loud and long in Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe those joyous days sped swiftly o'er;

In tears we left hills and braes for evermore.

We mingle with the motely throng crowds come and go-

Oh, years are dull and years are long from Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe our fathers rest their struggles o'er.

Good souls for us they did their best and labiured sore.

Their spinning wheels are silent now, their looms don't go.

There are no hands to run them now in Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe the old folks we loved were kind and true;

Their hopes were in the home above, their cares were few.

That good old stock is dead and gone, years come and go.

No more we'll cheer them with our songs in Curraghroe.

Their kindly smiles and loving eyes we'll see no more

WE toil and strive 'neath foreign skies for golden store;

Ah! Worth a world' twould to be hear as long ago

Their cheery, kind “God save all here” in Curraghroe.

To Curraghroe found mem'ry clings tehre'er we roam.

Backward we stray on Faney's wings to the old home;

Again we hear the chapel bells see streamlets flow

Through whinny hills and grassy dells in Curraghroe.

In Curraghroe we meet no more in joyous bands.

We're seattered for o'er many a shore in foreign lands.

Ah! Lovely hearts sojourning here before we go

Pause with me - and shed a tear for Curraghroe

Ceilidhs - evening calls.