the hosting of the sidhe - charles martin loeffler lyrics
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the host is riding from knocknarea
and over the grave of clooth*na*bare;
caolte tossing his burning hair
and niamh calling away, come away:
empty your heart of its mortal dream
the winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
our br**sts are heaving, our eyes are a*gleam
our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
and if any gaze on our rushing band
we come between him and the deed of his hand
we come between him and the hope of his heart
the host is rushing ‘twixt night and day
and where is there hope or deed as fair?
caolte tossing his burning hair
and niamh calling away, come away
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