TURN YE TO ME



The stars are burning cheerily, cheerily

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me

The seamew is moaning drearily, drearily

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me

Cold is the stormwind that ruffles his breast

But warm are the downy plumes lining his nest

Cold blows the storm there, soft falls the snow there

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me



The waves are dancing merrily, merrily

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me

The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-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 house the angry wave, mine but the lonely grave

Ho-ro Mhai-ri-dhu, turn ye to me



words by Christopher North in 1816. tune ancient

sung by Gordon Bok on Seal Djiril

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