The Connemara Cradle Song - Tommy Makem

On the wings of the wind o’er the dark rolling deep

Angels are coming to watch o’er thy sleep

Angels are coming to watch over thee

So list to the wind coming over the sea

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow

Lean your head over and hear the wind blow

Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be crossed

May no one who’s dear to our island be lost

Blow the winds gently, calm be the foam

Shine the light brightly and guide them back home

Hear the wind blow, love, har the wind blow

Lean your head ovr and hear the wind blow

The currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore

And daddy goes sailing, a’sailing no more

The nets will be drying, the nets Heaven blessed

And safe in my arms dear, contented he’ll rest