The Hosting of the Sidhe Lyrics

(W.B.Yeats)

a Em D A C Hm Em
Em G Am
The host is riding from Knocknarea
C D Em
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Em G Am
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
C D Em
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
F Em Am
b Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
F Em Am
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
F G Am
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
F G A!
Our b****** are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
D Am
c1 Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;
D Am
c2 And if any gaze on our rushing band,
D C
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
C D Em
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
a The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.
+ b (проигрыш) + с2