The Gem Of The Roe – Cara Dillon – letras

In a land of O’Cahan where bleak mountains riseO’er those brown ridgy tops now the dusky clouds flyDeep sunk in a valley a wild flower did growAnd her name was Finvola, the Gem of the RoeFor the Isles of Abunde appeared to out viewA youth clad in tartan, it’s strange but it’s trueWith a star on his breast and unstrung was his bowAnd he sighed for Finvola the Gem of the RoeThe Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the RoeAnd he sighed for FinvolaThe Gem of the RoeTo the grey shores of Alba his bride he did bearBut short were the fond years these lovers did shareFor thrice on the hillside the Banshee cried lowTwas the death of Finvola the Gem of the RoeThe Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the RoeTwas the death of FinvolaThe Gem of the RoeNo more up the streamlet her maidens will hieFor wan the pale cheek and bedimmed the blue eyeIn silent affliction our sorrows will flowSince gone is Finvola the Gem of the RoeThe Gem of the Roe, the Gem of the RoeSince gone is FinvolaThe Gem of the Roe