.

The Curragh of Kildare Lyrics

The winter it is past, and the summer's come at last. The small birds are singing in the trees; Their little hearts are glad oh but mine is very sad, for my true love is far away from me.

The rose and the brier and the water running by are heaven for the linnet and the bee. Their little hearts are blessed, oh but mine is not at rest for my true love is far away from me.
A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair and in a velvet green I will appear and it's straight I will go there to the Curragh of Kildare, for it's there I'll find tidings of my dear.
I'll wear a cap of black with a frill around my neck. Gold rings on each finger I will wear. It's this I undertake for my own true love's sake. She resides at the Curragh of Kildare.

All you who are in love aye and cannot it remove I pity the pain that you endure for experience lets me know that your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure

My love is like the sun that in the firmament doth run And always proves so constant and so true; But hers is like the moon that wanders up and down And each month becomes something quite new.
Report lyrics
A Drop Of Irish (1999)
My Langan Love Rakish Paddy The Prickly Bush Dawning of the Day Drops of Brandy The Curragh of Kildare The Lonesome Boatman This Town Is Not Your Own Reynardine Eamonn an Chnuic (Ned of the Hills) Farewell to Tarwathy Eddie's Fancy Locks and Bolts Sliabh Na Mban (Mountain of the Women) Bogy's Bonnie Belle