Gordon Bok - Connemara cradle song

The currachs are sailing way out on the ^Eblue Laden with herring of silvery ^Ahue Silver the herring and silver the ^Esea Soon there'll be silver for my love and ^Ame

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind ^Eblow Lean your head over and hear the wind ^Ablow

On wings of the wind, o'er the deep rolling ^Esea Angels are coming to watch over ^Athee Angels are coming to watch over ^Ethee So hark to the winds coming over the ^Asea

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind ^Eblow Lean your head over and hear the wind ^Ablow

Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be ^Ecrossed May no one that's dear to our island be ^Alost Blow the wind gently, calm be the ^Efoam Shine the light brightly to guide us back ^Ahome

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind ^Eblow Lean your head over and hear the wind ^Ablow

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind ^Eblow Lean your head over and hear the wind ^Ablow

The currachs are sailing out over the ^Esea Laden with herring for my love and ^Ame