Seanchai

I wander through the hills, love, with poetry in my head
Seanchai, Seanchai , Seanchai
One sip of my poitin, love, and I can raise the dead
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai
There's music in my voice, love, in every word I say
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai
The uilleann pipes you'll hear, love, but they'll be far away
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

I'll let you hear my ancient craft, dear
And all of your sorrows just fade away
Leave the war, dear, outside my door, dear
And all of your sorrows just fade away

The fiddle coos the tattoo of the feet upon the floor
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai
The wailing of the banshee outside my cabin door
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

I speak in Gaelic tongue, love and wisdom is my friend
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai
When I am gone you'll never see the likes of me again
Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai