Hill of Thieves - Cara Dillon

For too long time I’ve been a stranger here

To the hills above Glenshane

And your rocks and your rain

Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls

In the wind they sing «Come away, come away»

To the murmuring stream with the town below

And the babbling swell of winding Roe

And you still might hear the great O’Cahan Clan

«Come away», they say «to the Benedy Glen»

Where the Hound of the Plain has walked this land

And the loneliest mile, with a sword in his hand

And his blood runs still, in every stream and glen

And his home can be seen from the Hill Of The Thieves

For too long time I’ve been a stranger here

To the hills above Glenshane

And you rocks and your rain

Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls

In the wind they sing «Come away, come away»