ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Aisling


See the moon is once more rising
Above our land of black and green
Hear the rebel’s voice’s calling
I shall not die, though you bury me

Hear the Aunt in bed a-dying
Where is my Johnny
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of these brown ghosts is he

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Until I come back home again

And the wind it blows
To the North and South
And blows to the East and West
I’ll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
Until I return to thee

And the wind it blows
To the North and South
And blows to the East and West
I’ll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
Until I return to thee

Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
Waking in the morning early
I wish to Hell I was with you now

One, two, three telephone poles
Give me a drink of poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first met you my own Aisling

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Until I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Until I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Until I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
Until I come back home again