Seanchai - Damien Dempsey

I wander through the hills, love, with poetry in my head

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

One sip of my poitin, love, and I can raise the dead

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

There’s music in my voice, love, in every word I say

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

The uilleann pipes you’ll hear, love, but they’ll be far away

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

I’ll let you hear my ancient craft, dear

And all of your sorrows just fade away

Leave the war, dear, outside my door, dear

And all of your sorrows just fade away

The fiddle coos the tattoo of the feet upon the floor

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

The wailing of the banshee outside my cabin door

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

I speak in Gaelic tongue, love and wisdom is my friend

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai

When I am gone you’ll never see the likes of me again

Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai, Seanchai