Silent O Moyle
(Song of Fionnula)


Silent, O Moyle Silent O Moyle, be the roar of thy water 
Break not ye breezes, your chain of repose 
While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter 
Tells to the night star her tale of woe 

When shall the swan, her death note singing 
Sleep with the wings her darkness furled 
When will Heav'n, it's sweet bells ringing
Call my spirit from this stormy world? 

Silent O Moyle to thy crystal wave weeping 
Fate bids me languish long ages away 
Yet still in the darkness doth Erin lie sleeping
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay 

When will the day star mildly springing 
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will Heav'n, it's sweet bells ringing 
Call my spirit to the fields above

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