Running to Paradise (1996)
The Hosting of the Sidhe
! (W. B. Yeats)
a:
> Em G Am
The host is riding from Knocknarea
> C D Em
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
> Em G Am
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
> C D Em
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
> F Em Am
b: Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
> F Em Am
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
> F G Am
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
> F G A!
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
> D Am
c1: Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;
> D Am
c2: And if any gaze on our rushing band,
> D C
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
> C D Em
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
a: The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
! + b (i?iea?uo) + n2
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