Me name is Frankie Kavanagh in Ireland I do dwell It's of a family curse I sing the truth to you I'll tell A Banshee does appear to us a harbinger of death A warning that soon one of us will draw their final breath
It was a dark and stormy night no moon to light the sky I wasn't more than four or five when first I heard her cry A wailing lamentation that filled me with the fright And in the morning was told your Grandad died last night
R.: Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied The devil's out of a-hunting when you hear the Banshee's Cry Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
She comes to warn the family that death is creeping near Her eyes are red from crying as she sheds her bitter tears A woman of the fairy folk she sings in mournful tones And if you heard her keening it would chill you to the bone
R.: Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied The devil's out of a-hunting when you hear the Banshee's Cry Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh
To hear the banshee howling is to make your blood run cold Knowing that the devil's come to claim another soul The family are all gone now I'm the last you see And every night I wait in dread to hear her cry for me
R.: Perhaps it's just the wind that's whistling round the window pane Or maybe it was thunder or the rhythm of the rain The old ones say an omen and death won't be denied The devil's out of a-hunting when you hear the Banshee's Cry Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
