Wandering Aengus - Johnny Flynn

Walking in my mourning in the morning

Let me tell you of the ashes of the great

Sun is for dawning, let the dawn in

Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain

To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus

People talk of rain, now for the pain

Now in the swing of all the people at the gate

Call of men-folks down in the woods, bow down to Cyprus

In the hazel wood and wave

For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus

To step amidst the ferns who gently learn

To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks

I have seen your name writ through the clothes

Knit swelling in the fire I made last night

With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus

With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus

Walking in my mourning in the morning

Let me tell you of the ashes of the great

Sun is for dawning, let the dawn in

Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain

To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus

To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus