  D o you remember that nightWhen you were at the window, With neither hat nor gloves Nor coat to shelter you? I reached out my hand to you, And you ardently grasped it, I remained to converse with you Until the lark began to sing. Do you remember that night That you and I were At the foot of the rowan-tree, And the night drifting snow? Your head on my breast, And your pipe sweetly playing? Little thought I that night That our love ties would loosen! Beloved of my inmost heart, Come some night, and soon, When my people are at rest, That we may talk together. My arms shall encircle you While I relate my sad tale, Hath deprived me of heaven. The fire is unraked, The light unextinguished, The key under the door, Do you softly draw it. My mother is asleep, But I am wide awake; My fortune in my hand, I am ready to go with you. Written down by O'Curry for Dr. George Petrie. |
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