The Curragh Of Kildare کے بول

The winter is past, and the summer's come at last And the small birds are singing in the trees Their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad Since my true love is far away from me The rose upon the briar like the water running clear Gives joy to the linnet and the bee Their little hearts are blessed, but mine is not at rest Since my true love is far away from me Chorus: For straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare It's there I'll find tidings of my dear A livery I'll wear and I'll comb back my hair And in velvet of green I will appear (Chorus) You that are in love and cannot it remove I pity the pain that you endure For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe A woe that no mortal can cure (Chorus 2x) 1