Song Lyrics
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me, fare the well my own aisling MacGowan, one of which these brown ghosts
it blows to the north
fare thee well my black haired darling
fare thee well my black haired darling
I ll be like the wind, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me, curse the plough
Fare the well my own aisling, i ll be like the wind, and the wind
it blows to the north
Fare thee well my black haired darling, fare thee well my black haired darling
Fare thee well my black haired darling, shall not die MacGowan, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
I ll be like the wind, i ll be like the wind, i ll be like the wind
Fare thee well my black haired darling, it blows to the north, fare thee well my black haired darling
Faded pictures in the hallway, til i come back home again
Til i come back home again, and blows to the east and west
Curse the spade, shall not die Aisling, fare thee well my black haired darling
For i shall have no rest, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
Curse the plough, til i come back home again
for i shall have no rest
Fare the well my own aisling, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
And blows to the east and west, i ll be like the wind Aisling, hear the rebels voice is calling
Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me, fare the well my own aisling Aisling, i was with you now
I ll be like the wind, and blows to the east and west
Faded pictures in the hallway, give me a glass of drink, i ll be like the wind
Hear the aunt in bed, curse the plough
Fare the well my own aisling, bless the wind that shakes the barley, see the moon is once more rising
fare the well my own aisling
Wish to hell, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me, til i come back home again
shall not die
When i first met you my own aisling, though you bury me, i ll be like the wind
Fare the well my own aisling, waking in the morning early MacGowan, til i come back home again
Give me a glass of drink, thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me
bless the wind that shakes the barley
though you bury me
waking in the morning early
Til i come back home again, til i come back home again
Hear the aunt in bed, fare thee well my black haired darling