[Verse 1]
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is [risen?] for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
[Hook]
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
[Verse 2]
People talk of rain, now for the [pain?]
Now in the swing of all the people at the gate
Call of men-folks down in the woods, bow down to Cyprus
In the hazel wood [and wave?]
[Hook]
For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus
[Verse 3]
To step amidst the ferns who gently learn
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks
I have seen your name writ through the clothes
Knit [?] swelling in the fire I made last night
[Hook]
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is [risen?] for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
[Hook]
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus