Shanagolden

The cold winds from the mountain are calling soft to me

The smell of scented heather brings bitter memories

The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky

Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my love, you do lie

Do you remember darling, we'd walked the moonlit road

I held you in my arms then, I'd never let you go

Our hands they were intwined my love, in all the pale moonlight

By the fields of Shanagolden, on a lonely winter's night

Then came the call to arms, my love, and the hills they were aflame

Down from the silent mountains the Saxon strangers came