Angus Og's Fiddle lyrics

while sitting under shady trees like those who where there before me I whittle out of this old tree a singer of grace and beauty throughfields It will cry out your name and spell out your future in flames while stirring the pastures beyond a misty terrain of mountains listen closely to the blowing of the wind it's the whisper of Aengus Og a passage to antiquity a relic to all that can see with each pass I'm shedding it's skin it breathes now with my heart within through fields it will cry out your name and misty terrain of mountain listen closely to the blowing of the wind it's the whisper of Aengus Og