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Hosting Of The Sidhe

 

Hosting Of The Sidhe

(альбом: Storm Before Calm - 2002)


The host is riding from Knockarea
And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away
Empty your heart if it's mortal dream
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart
And if any gaze on our rushing band
We come between him and the hope of his heart
We come between him and the hope of his heart
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling away, come away

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