She Is Far From The Land-John McCormack

[00:12.64]She is far from the land [00:19.14]where her young hero sleeps, [00:23.41]And lovers are round her, sighing; [00:30.51]But coldly she turns [00:35.19]from their gaze, and weeps, [00:40.68]For her heart in his grave is lying. [00:58.75]She sings the wild song [01:03.02]of her dear native plains, [01:06.68]Every note which he loved awaking; [01:12.57]Ah! little they think, [01:16.84]who delight in her strains, [01:21.70]How the heart of the Minstrel [01:29.83]is breaking. [01:50.75]He had lived for his love, [01:54.81]for his country he died, [01:58.68]They were all that to life had entwined him; [02:07.20]Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, [02:14.72]Nor long will his Love stay behind him. [02:39.71]Oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest, [02:51.08]When they promise a glorious morrow; [02:59.21]They'll shine o'er her sleep, [03:04.89]like a smile from the West, [03:10.78]From her own loved island of sorrow.