Bean Na Shi - Orthodox Celts

Her hair is like silver, her eyes are like gold

She’s never been young and she’ll never grow old

She lives by the Shannon, the Liffey and the Lee

The sweet, swift, elusive Bean Na Shi

She rides a red roan when the moon winds are blowin'

Glides like a zephyr and sings like a harp

Beware of her anger, as sharp as a dagger

Splintering icicles into your heart

Chorus:

Bean Na Shi — my living fairytale

Bean Na Shi — my dream will never end

She lives in a bower, surrounded by flowers

Guarded around by wild bramble trees

I’m anxious to find her as I want to remind her

Of promise she made to me when I was three

Her name could be Aine, Blahin or Grainne

Nobody knows what her real name might be

But I’ll take a gamble and brave the wild brambles

To come face-to-face with the Bean Na Sh