THE WIND ON THE HILLS
By Dora Sigerson
Go not to the hills of ErinWhen the night winds are about;Put up your bar and shutter,And so keep the danger out.For the good-folk whirl within it,And they pull by the hand,And they push you by the shoulder,Till you move to their command.And lo! you have forgottenWhat you have known of tears,And you will not rememberThat the world goes full of years;A year there is a lifetime,And a second but a day;And an older world will greet youEach morn you come away.Your wife grows old with weeping,And your children one by oneGrow grey with nights of watching,Before your dance is done.And it will chance some morningYou will come home no more;Your wife sees but a withered leafIn the wind about the door.And your children will inheritThe unrest of the wind;They shall seek some face elusive,And some land they never find.When the wind is loud, they sighingGo with hearts unsatisfied,For some joy beyond remembrance,For some memory denied.And all your children’s children,They cannot sleep or rest,When the wind is out in ErinAnd the sun is in the West.
Go not to the hills of ErinWhen the night winds are about;Put up your bar and shutter,And so keep the danger out.For the good-folk whirl within it,And they pull by the hand,And they push you by the shoulder,Till you move to their command.And lo! you have forgottenWhat you have known of tears,And you will not rememberThat the world goes full of years;A year there is a lifetime,And a second but a day;And an older world will greet youEach morn you come away.Your wife grows old with weeping,And your children one by oneGrow grey with nights of watching,Before your dance is done.And it will chance some morningYou will come home no more;Your wife sees but a withered leafIn the wind about the door.And your children will inheritThe unrest of the wind;They shall seek some face elusive,And some land they never find.When the wind is loud, they sighingGo with hearts unsatisfied,For some joy beyond remembrance,For some memory denied.And all your children’s children,They cannot sleep or rest,When the wind is out in ErinAnd the sun is in the West.
Go not to the hills of ErinWhen the night winds are about;Put up your bar and shutter,And so keep the danger out.
Go not to the hills of Erin
When the night winds are about;
Put up your bar and shutter,
And so keep the danger out.
For the good-folk whirl within it,And they pull by the hand,And they push you by the shoulder,Till you move to their command.
For the good-folk whirl within it,
And they pull by the hand,
And they push you by the shoulder,
Till you move to their command.
And lo! you have forgottenWhat you have known of tears,And you will not rememberThat the world goes full of years;
And lo! you have forgotten
What you have known of tears,
And you will not remember
That the world goes full of years;
A year there is a lifetime,And a second but a day;And an older world will greet youEach morn you come away.
A year there is a lifetime,
And a second but a day;
And an older world will greet you
Each morn you come away.
Your wife grows old with weeping,And your children one by oneGrow grey with nights of watching,Before your dance is done.
Your wife grows old with weeping,
And your children one by one
Grow grey with nights of watching,
Before your dance is done.
And it will chance some morningYou will come home no more;Your wife sees but a withered leafIn the wind about the door.
And it will chance some morning
You will come home no more;
Your wife sees but a withered leaf
In the wind about the door.
And your children will inheritThe unrest of the wind;They shall seek some face elusive,And some land they never find.
And your children will inherit
The unrest of the wind;
They shall seek some face elusive,
And some land they never find.
When the wind is loud, they sighingGo with hearts unsatisfied,For some joy beyond remembrance,For some memory denied.
When the wind is loud, they sighing
Go with hearts unsatisfied,
For some joy beyond remembrance,
For some memory denied.
And all your children’s children,They cannot sleep or rest,When the wind is out in ErinAnd the sun is in the West.
And all your children’s children,
They cannot sleep or rest,
When the wind is out in Erin
And the sun is in the West.