Gortnamona

Gortnamona - John Roche

Written by：Percy French

Long long ago in the woods of Gortnamona

I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree

But oh it was my heart that was ringing ringing ringing

With the joy that you were bringing

Oh my love to me

Long long ago in the woods of Gortnamona

I thought the wind was sighing in the blackthorn tree

But oh it was the banshee that was crying crying crying

But I knew my love was dying far away from me

Now if you go through the woods of Gortnamona

You hear the raindrops creeping through the blackthorn tree

But oh it is the tears I am weeping weeping weeping

For the loved one that is sleeping far away from me

Long long ago in the woods of Gortnamona

I thought the birds were singing in the blackthorn tree

But oh it was my heart that was ringing ringing ringing

With the joy that you were bringing

Oh my love to me