Lyr Add: Southern winds (Tom McCreesh)

Subject: Lyr Add: SOUTHERN WINDS (Tom McCreesh)
From: Wolfgang
Date: 27 Jun 11 - 09:12 AM

Written by Tom McCreesh for Raymond McCreesh, sung by Christy Moore. Copied from the chat section of Christy Moore's website by

Wolfgang

SOUTHERN WINDS (Tom McCreesh)


In Armagh in the heart of the land
The sweet town of Camlough it lies
My townland a thousand years or more
Stood proud and undaunted in history and law

Do they come. Do the southern winds come

Though strong the oak it still will bend
For centuries we prayed it would end
Until at last the bent oak did break
And our broken hearts, no more could take

Do they come. Do those southern winds come.

When I was nineteen they took me away
In Bessbrook Barracks I was tortured three days
In foreign accents they did testify
That there ways and laws I must satisfy

Do they come. Do the southern winds come.

I spent my youth on manly things
The final act it is near
The deadly nightshade it has been drawn
Please hold tight my hand mother dear

Do they come. Do the southern winds come.

Do they know that I die for love of them?
Do they know who has really sinned?
Do they realise? Will they save us now?
A bird of a southern wind

Do they come. Do the southern winds come.

My heart it is broken no southern wind blows
Alone we go in the night
Alone to live. Alone to die
Alone to bare our own fight

Do they come. Do the southern winds come.