Aisling Lyrics - Shane Macgowan And The Popes

See the moon is once more rising 

Above our our land of black and green 

Hear the rebels voice is calling 

"I shall not die, though you bury me!" 

Hear the Aunt in bed a-dying 

"Where is my Johnny?" 

Faded pictures in the hallway 

Which one of these brown ghosts is he? 

Fare thee well my black haired diamond 

Fare the well my own Aisling 

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me 

'Till I come back home again 

And the wind it blows 

To the North and South 

And blows to the East and West 

I'll be just like that wind my love 

For I will have no rest 

'Til I return to thee 

Bless the wind that shakes the barley 

Curse the spade and curse the plough 

Waking in the morning early 

I wish to Hell I was with you now 

One, two, three, four telephone poles 

Give me a drink of poitin 

Madness from the mountains crawling 

When I first met you my own Aisling 

Fare thee well my black haired diamond 

Fare the well my own Aisling 

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me 

'Till I come back home again 

Fare thee well my black haired diamond 

Fare the well my own Aisling 

Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me 

'Till I come back home again