Shane Macgowan & The Popes

Aisling
See the moon is once more rising Above our land of black and green Hear the rebel's voice a-calling I shall not die though you bury me Hear the aunt in bed a-dying Where is my Johnny Faded pictures in the hallway Which one of these brown ghosts is he Fare thee well, my black haired diamond Fare thee well my own Aisling Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me 'Till I come back home again The wind it blows to the north and south It blows to the east and west I'll be just like that wind my love For I will have no rest 'Till I return to thee Bless the wind that shakes the barley Curse the spade and curse the plough Waking in the morning early I wish to Hell I was with you now One, two, three, four telephone poles Give me a cup of sweet poitin SongtexteMadness from the mountains crawling When I first met you, my own Aisling Fare thee well, my black haired diamond Fare thee well my own Aisling Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me 'Till I come back home again Aus Songtexte Mania