Mo leannan (my loved one) this soul isn't all right &
these ones they'll watch you mourning & this place isn't
allright & these ones they'll watch you drowning.
They say you are the next year's soul.
They say you are the truth in disguise. An oĆche (the
night), need you. And the tears fall onto fresh clay,
soft words they're falling from your eyes.
They're stealing all the hope this day. They're stealing
all the hope allright. On we'll go. Onwards we'll go.