Paroles de Donegore Moat
Donegore Moat1.) How oft´ I´ve climbed that old green mound / to view the country o´er /
From Slemish back to dear Lough Neagh / That Lough of fairy lore /
The verdant Six Mile-valley too, / While summer´s sun shone o´er, /
Oh! come and view it all with me / From the Moat of Donegore.
2.) It´s steeped in ancient history / This country all around /
and many a gallant soldier fought / around this old green mound /
The church so worn, old and grey for 300 years and more, /
Still calls the sinners there to pray / Near the Moat of Donegore
Ref.: Life is often not as easy as we like it would be, but at last we´re living with closed eyes -
we have forgotten to be thankful just for „little things“, our strive for increase has done his work -
it corroded our sense for plainness and to recognize its beauty.
3.) No artist´s brush could e´er portray / This lovely pastoral scene /
Three Ulster counties you can see / From this old mound of green /
The peaceful homes and winding roads / I scan them o´er and o´er, /
May God above bless those we love / ´Neath the sod of Donegore
4.) And when I grow too old to see / The work of God´s great hand /
Who has filled with grace and beauty, / This green and pleasant land. /
That the hand of man may not defile / my maker I´ll implore, /
The old green mound where once I stood, / The moat of Donegore.
Text (Strophe 1,2,3,4): O.J.Agnew
Text (Refrain) und Musik: Dominik Nillies
Bearbeitung: Brehon
The church so worn, old and grey for 300 years and more, /
Still calls the sinners there to pray / Near the Moat of Donegore
Ref.: Life is often not as easy as we like it would be, but at last we´re living with closed eyes -
we have forgotten to be thankful just for „little things“, our strive for increase has done his work -
it corroded our sense for plainness and to recognize its beauty.
3.) No artist´s brush could e´er portray / This lovely pastoral scene /
Three Ulster counties you can see / From this old mound of green /
The peaceful homes and winding roads / I scan them o´er and o´er, /
May God above bless those we love / ´Neath the sod of Donegore
4.) And when I grow too old to see / The work of God´s great hand /
Who has filled with grace and beauty, / This green and pleasant land. /
That the hand of man may not defile / my maker I´ll implore, /
The old green mound where once I stood, / The moat of Donegore.
Text (Strophe 1,2,3,4): O.J.Agnew
Text (Refrain) und Musik: Dominik Nillies
Bearbeitung: Brehon
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