The Waterboys - The hosting of the shee

The ^Emhost is riding from Knocknarea ^EmAnd over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare ^EmCaoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling, "Away, come a^Away Away, come a^Emway A^Cway^Bm____^Em__ A^Cway^Bm____^Em__

The ^Bwind's awake, leaves swirl round Our ^Amcheeks are pale, our hair unbound Our ^Bbreasts a'heave, our eyes are agleam ^BEmpty your heart of its mortal dream

The ^Emhost is riding from Knocknarea ^EmAnd over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare ^EmCaoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling, "Away, come a^Away Away, come a^Emway A^Cway^Bm____^Em__ A^Cway^Bm____^Em__

Our ^Barms a'wave, our lips are apart And if ^Amany should gaze upon our band We ^Bcome between him and the hope of his heart ^BWe come between him and the deed of his hand

The ^Emhost is riding from Knocknarea ^EmAnd over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare ^EmCaoilte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling, "Away, come a^Away Away, come a^Emway A^Cway^Bm____^Em__ A^Cway^Bm____^Em__

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