From the recording Trad Linn - Roads of Clare

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Lyrics

I watched last night the rising moon
Upon a foreign strand
Till mem'ries came like flowers of June
Of home and fatherland
I dreamt I was a child once more
Beside the rippling rill
When first I saw in days of yore
The moon behind the hill.

It brought me back the visions grand
That purpled boyhood's dreams
It's youthful loves, its happy land
As bright as morning beams
It brought me back my own sweet Nore
The castle and the mill
Until my eyes could see no more
The moon behind the hill.

It brought me back a mother's love
Until, in accents wild
I prayed her from her home above
To guard her lonely child
It brought me one across the wave
To live in mem'ry still
It brought me back my Kathleen's grave
The moon behind the hill.