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) |
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