Castle of Dromore

The first time I heard this song was on EJ Jones' solo album, The Willow.  I was immediately drawn to the beautiful melody and thought, "This song HAS to have words."  I consulted the interwebs and found that, indeed, the song did have words.  Finally, six years later, I am singing that song.  As a special treat, EJ has added his musical touch to this track.  

October winds lament around the castle of Dromore 

Yet peace is in her lofty halls, a pháiste bán a stor 

Though autumn leaves may droop and die, a bud of spring are you 

Hushabye loo, low loo, low lan, hushabye loo, low loo 

Dread spirits all of black water, Clan Owen's wild banshee 

Bring no ill wind to him nor us, my helpless babe and me 

Holy Mary pity us to Heaven for grace doth 'sue 

Take time to thrive, my ray of hope, in the garden of Dromore 

Take heed, young eaglet, till thy wings are feathered fit to soar 

A little rest and then the world is full of work to do 

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