I came home in May with a glad heart Nothing there that could cause me grief Nothing could make me sorrow-full and bitter Nothing could make my head hang down
Eileen my white flower of the blackberry Whiter than lilies The dew of a rose Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry My summer breeze A poem in the spring
Woman why are you crying out your eyes now Are there any other wooers around Woman the nightingale sang me a tale tonight That is not soothing music to my ears
So green her eyes Burning red her hair A hundred rings of thorns around my neck There's a thousand strings strangling my chest Is tu ma ghra A hundred rings of thorns around my neck There's a thousand strings srangling my chest
Eileen my white flower of the blacberry Whiter than lilies The dew of a rose Eileen Is tu ma ghra Eileen my death in the springTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
