My Morag (The Exile's Dream) - The Waterboys

Fair is my Morag, my maiden, my Morag

My tender young Morag that lives in yon glen

I dream of my Morag, dream-wander wi' Morag

Where leaps the brown burn from the mist on the ben

Where leaps the brown burn from the mist on the ben

Sweet as hill water, cool waters, hill waters

My maiden, my Morag, asleep in yon glen

And cool as the water, like the rush of a river

Comes this dream to my hot heart, parch’d dry as the plain

This dream to my hot heart, parch’d dry as the plain

For fair is my Morag, my maiden, my Morag

My lovely young Morag that lives in yon glen

And dreaming of Morag, dream-wand'ring wi' Morag

I hear the stream sing again beneath the cold ben

I hear the stream sing again beneath the cold ben