Easing Listening for a Sunday Afternoon

The Irish Tenors

Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass

 Come over the hills to your darling 

You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow 

And I'll be your true love forever

 Red is the rose that in your garden grows 

Fair is the lily of the valley

 Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

 But my love is fairer than any

 'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed 

The moon and the stars they were shining 

The moon shone its rays on her locks of golden hair

 And she swore she'd be my love forever

 Red is the rose that in your garden grows

 Fair is the lily of the valley 

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

 But my love is fairer than any

 It's not for the parting that my sister pains

 It's not for the grief of my mother

 'Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lass

 That my heart is breaking forever

 Red is the rose that in your garden grows

 Fair is the lily of the valley 

Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne

 But my love is fairer than any 

 My love is fairer than any

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Enjoy!

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