The Castle O' Drumore The October winds lament around the castle o' Drumore Yet peace is in her lofty halls, and dust lies on her floor. Though Autumn leaves may droop and die, a bird of spring are you Sing hush-a-bye-loo-la-loo-loran, hush-a-bye-loo-loran. Send no ill wind to hinder us, my loving maid and me. Dread spirit of the dark water, clan Owen's wild banshee. And holy Mary pitying, in heaven for grace doth sing. Sing hush-a-bye-loo-la-loo-loran, hush-a-bye-loo-loran. Take time to thrive, my rose of hope, in the garden o' Drumore Take heed young eaglet, ill your wings are feathered fit to soar. A little time and then our land is full of things to do. Sing hush-a-bye-loo-la-loo-loran, hush-a-bye-loo-loran. The October winds lament around the castle o' Drumore Yet peace is in her lofty halls, and dust lies on her floor. Though Autumn leaves may droop and die, a bird of spring are you Sing hush-a-bye-loo-la-loo-loran, hush-a-bye-loo-loran.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
