Silent O Moyle lyrics

Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose While murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter Tells to the night star her tale of woes When shall the swan, her death note singing Sleep with wings in darkness furled? When shall Heav'n, its sweet bell ringing Call my spirit from this stormy world? Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping Fate bids me languish long ages away Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping Still doth the pure light its dawning delay When will that day star, mildly springing Warm our isle with peace and love? When shall Heav'n, its sweet bell ringing Call my spirit to the fields above? Call my spirit to the fields above? 1