Oh, a wan cloud was drawn o'er the dim weeping dawn
Shannon's side I return'd at last
And the heart in my breast for the girl I
Was beating, ah, beating, loud and fast!
While the doubts
and the fears of the long aching years
Seem'd mingling their voices with
the moaning flood
Till full in my path, like a wild water wrath
love's shadow lamenting stood.
But the sudden sun kiss'd the cold, cruel
Into dancing show'rs of diamond dew
And the dark flowing stream
laugh'd back to his beam
And the lark soared aloft in the blue
phantom of night but a form of delight
Ran with arms outspread to her
And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast
her thousand treasures with cry of joy.
And the girl I love best on my
wild throbbing breast
Hid her thousand treasures with cry of joy.