 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
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THE LEANNAN SIHE
Amid the mountain airy,
City, vale or sea,
There wandereth a fairy
Oft times with me
If then I be in gladness
Still it maketh gay,
If sad, the pang of sadness
Passeth away.
For it is a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
City, vale or sea,
There wandereth a fairy
Oft times with me
If then I be in gladness
Still it maketh gay,
If sad, the pang of sadness
Passeth away.
For it is a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
When cloud on cloud is falling
Sunny days are o'er,
The black-wing'd rooks are calling—
Song birds sing no more;
When every flower is dying
Leafless every tree,
And Winter winds are crying,
Sing thou to me.
For thou art a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
Sunny days are o'er,
The black-wing'd rooks are calling—
Song birds sing no more;
When every flower is dying
Leafless every tree,
And Winter winds are crying,
Sing thou to me.
For thou art a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
Though dark the night of sorrow,
Bright the morning star,
Thou singest of the morrow
When friends remembered are.
Who heareth thee can never
Wholly turn to clay,
Who heareth thee for ever
Liveth alway!
For thou art a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
Bright the morning star,
Thou singest of the morrow
When friends remembered are.
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Wholly turn to clay,
Who heareth thee for ever
Liveth alway!
For thou art a blessing, ever near and dear,
With carolling of Springtime singing thro' the year.
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