Christy Moore - Gortatagort lyrics

John Spillane I sing The Field I sing The Farm I sing The House my Mother was born In Gortatagort Colomane A green j**el Sewn in a patchwork quilt of fields Between the mountain and the River In this time now and in another Where I ran free with my brothers Through the Longmeadow The Cnocan Rua The Fortfield The Pairc na Claise The Newhouse field The Guillane Field The Clover Field The Rushy Field Where the Red Fuschia weeps in The Hen's Garden And the angels bleed over Bantry Bay I see The House I see The Yard I see The Stall I see The Stable I see The Haggart and The Sandy Field I see The Hill I see The Well I sing The Spring of Well Water I sing The Field of Standing Stones The South Rey Gra** The North Rey Gra** The Break and The Paircin na hEornan Where the Red Fuschia weeps in The Hen's Garden Where God foes to sleep in the hills and the valleys Where the Moon rises over The Haggart Where peace descends on Gortatagort Where the angels bleed over Bantry Bay Saddle up the old grey mare Tim Big Danny and Jacky Timmy Are going across The Mountain To Puck Fair I sing The Field I sing The Farm I sing The House my Mother was born In Gortatagort Colomane A Green Jewel