Where the Green Hills Shine (Irish Folk Ballad)
When the soft winds are rising,
And the dawn breaks on the clover,
Through the mist on the green hills
Comes the call of roaming summer.
Will you come, my love, with me?
Oh, we’ll wander on together,
Where the green hills shine forever.
Hand in hand along the valleys,
Through the fern and golden heather —
Will you come, my love, with me?
I will weave you a shelter
Where the clear brook sings its stories,
With the moss and the wild blooms
In the quiet forest glory.
Will you come, my love, with me?
Oh, we’ll wander on together,
Where the green hills shine forever.
Hand in hand along the valleys,
Through the fern and golden heather —
Will you come, my love, with me?
And if someday you’re distant,
On a far and unknown river,
I will follow your footsteps
Through the storms and through the weather.
Will you come, my love, with me?
Oh, we’ll wander on together,
Where the green hills shine forever.
Hand in hand along the valleys,
Through the fern and golden heather —
Will you come, my love, with me?
S.
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