Irish Folksongs The Curragh Of Kildare Lyrics

The Curragh Of Kildare Lyrics

The winter it has passed

And the summer's come at last

The small
birds are singing in the trees

And their little hearts are glad

Ah,
but mine is very sad

Since my true love is far away from me



Chorus:

And straight I will repair

To the Curragh of Kildare

For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear



The rose upon the
briar

And the clouds that float so high

Bring joy to the linnet and
the bee

And their little hearts are blessed

But mine can know no
rest

Since my true love is far away from me



All you who are
in love

Aye and cannot it remove

I pity the pain that you endure

For experience lets me know

That your hearts are filled with woe

It's a woe that no mortal can cure