Henrik Norbeck's Song Lyrics

Curragh of Kildare, The

Winter Is Past, The
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The winter it is passed, and the summer's come at last,
And 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.

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, by the water's running clear,
Brings 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.


A livery I'll wear, and I'll comb back my hair,
And in velvet so green I will appear,
And straight I will repair, to the Curragh of Kildare,
For its there I'll find tidings of my dear


I'll wear a cap of black with some frills around my neck
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear
Oh yes, this I'll undertake for my own true lover's sake
For she lives in the Curragh of Kildare


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 full of woe,
It's a woe that no mortal can cure.


Comp: Words by Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland

Discography: The Johnstons
Finbar & Errie Furey
Christy Moore

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