Brid Og Ni Mhaille / Brigit O'malley Lyrics - Singles - Andy M. Stewart

Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken 

With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know 

It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken 

And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go. 

The pale moon above the white sands, the pale stars above the thorn trees 

Are cold beside my darling, but no purer than she 

I gaze upon the cold moon till the stars drown in the warm sea 

But the bright eyes of my darling are never on me. 

My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now 

My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone 

All joy is dead within me, my life has gone away now 

For another has taken my love for his own. 

The day is approaching when we were to be married 

And it's rather I would die than live only to grieve 

Oh, meet me, my Darling, e'er the sun sets o'er the barley. 

And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumslieve.