The cold wins from the mountains are calling soft to me.
The smell of scented heather, brings bitter memory
The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky.
Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my young Willie lies.
I met him in the winter time when snow was on the ground,
The Irish hills were peaceful and love was all around.
Scarcely twenty one years old a young man in his prime,
We were amrried darling Willie by the eve of Christmas time.
Do you remember darlin' we walked the moonlit road,
I held you in my arms love, I would never let you go.
Our hands they were entwined my love all in the pale moonlight,
By the fileds of Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night.
Then came the call to arms my love and the hills they were aflame.
Down from the silent mountains the Saxon strangers came.
I held you in my arms then my young heart wild with fear,
By the fields of Shanagolden in the springtime of the year.
You fought them darling Willie all through the summer days,
I heard the rifles firing in the mountains far away.
I held you in my arms then your blood ran free and bright,
And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely summer's night.
Oh, But that was long ago my love and your son grows fine and tall,
The hills they are at peace again, the Saxon strangers gone.
We'll place a red rose on your grave by the silvery pale moonlight,
And we'll think of Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night.