The Dawning Of The Day - Celtic Woman

One morning early morn as I walked forth

By the margin of Lough Leigh

The sunshine dressed the trees in green

And the summer bloomed again

I left the town and wandered on

Through fields all green and gay

And whom shall I meet but a colleen sweet

At the dawning of the day

No cap or cloak this maiden wore

Her neck and feet were bare

Down to the ground in ringlets fell

Her glossy golden hair

A milking pail was in her hand

She was lovely, young and gay

She wore the palm from Venus bright

By the dawning of the day

On a mossy bank, I sat me down

With the maiden by my side

With gentle word, he courted her

Asked her to be his bride

She said, «Young man, don’t bring me blame»

And swiftly turned away

And the morning light was shining bright

At the dawning of the day