Traditional – Irish from Sister Richard, Boyle County Roscommon 1993
When my wife Carol crossed the Atlantic in a small sailing yacht, she stayed at a B & B in Boyle, County Roscommon. When she brought Tom Judge, Susan Groce and me back there, Bridie Gallagher (the proprietor) remembered her. Bridie called her friend Sister Richard (a music teacher across the street), in hopes to borrow a harp.
Alas, the harp was on loan, but Sister Richard came over to join us. We made some music anyway, and Sister gave us this lovely song.
I have arranged the verses to sing it myself, but we print it here the way she wrote it out for me.
Gordon – vocal & laud;
Cindy, Carol & Anne - vocals
On wings of the wind, o'er the deep rolling sea
Angels are coming to watch over thee
Angels are coming to watch over thee
So list' to the winds coming over the sea
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Lean your head over, hear the wind blow
Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be crossed
May no one that's dear to our island be lost
Blow the wind gently, calm be the foam
Shine the light brightly to guide us back home
The currachs are sailing way out on the blue
Laden with herring of silvery hue
Silver the herring and silver the seas
And soon they'll be silver for my love and me
Connemara Cradle Song is recorded on the album Dear To Our Island