Turn Ye To Me
Turn Ye To Me | |
| The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. The sea mew's moaning drearily, drearily Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. Cold is the stormwind that ruffles the breast But warm are the downy plumes lining its nest Cold blows the storm there Soft falls the snow there Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. | 2. The waves are dancing merrily, merrily Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee Thy home is the angry wave Mine but the lonely grave Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me. |