The Curragh of Kildare versuri

Versuri Alan Wagstaff – The Curragh of Kildare lyrics

The winter it has passed
And the summer’s come at last
And the birds, they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad
Ah, but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me

And it’s straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar
By the water running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blest
But mine, it has no rest
For my true love is far away from me

And it’s straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear

All you that are in love
And cannot find reprieve
I pity the pains that you endure
For now, I surely know
That your hearts are full of woe:
A sadness for which there is no cure

And it’s straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear
It’s straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it’s there I’ll find tidings of my dear