Curragh Of Kildare - Bert Jansch
Over winter has passed
And the summer's come at last
And the small birds are singing in the trees
Oh their little hearts are blessed
Ah but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
Her river aware
And I come back my heart
And got length of green I will bear
And that straight I will gather
To the curragh of kildare
For it's there that I'll finds tidings of my dear
All rose on the briar
And the waters run to clear
Bring joy to the linnet and the bee
Oh their little hearts are blessed
Ah but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
You who are in love
And cannot it remove
I pity the pain you do endure
For experience lets me know
That your hearts are full of woe
It's a woe that no mortal can cure
The winter has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
Oh their little hearts are glad
Ah but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me