Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, <br />I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree; <br />But oh, it was my heart that was ringing, ringing, ringing, <br />With the joy that you were bringing, oh my love, to me <br /> <br />Long, long ago in the woods of Gortnamona, <br />I thought the wind was sighing round the blackthorn tree; <br />But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying, <br />And I knew my love was dying far across the sea. <br /> <br />Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona, <br />You hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree; <br />But oh, it is the tears I am weeping, weeping, weeping, <br />For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me.<br /><br />William Percy French<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gortnamona/
