Londonderry Air

I see the grey road winding winding from me And thou upon them exiled and away I turn unto the empty house that's by me Ah, dark this day as on Wolfe Tone's death day My son I reared as might the brooding partridge Rear up an eaglet fall'n from storm-struck nest My son, ah no! one captained for high conflict My chieftain husband's heir and his bequest No, mother's part in his did my heart treasure And he would go, and I could stand alone Ah, so I thought but now my heart-strings measure The love, the loss my son, my little son thou'rt gone I see the grey road winding winding from me And thou upon them exiled and away I turn unto the empty house that's by me Ah, dark this day as on Wolfe Tone's death day But no no no! Up from the sod beside me Up up, with glorious singing speeds the lark 'Tis Wolfe Tone's spirit, his reconcile me And in a sword-flash gone the loneliness the dark