Children of Oare - Trader Horne

Morning came and morning went

All of my life, my loving was spent

I looked out my window, too lazy to yawn

It worries me finding my lady had gone

Oh yes, suddenly be

Golden sands swept in from the sea

Kilted horseman in my dreams

Ride their fiery frenzied steads

Captured a mermaid who cried bitterly

And drove her people back into the sea

Oh yes, suddenly be

Golden sands swept in from the sea

The children of Darby O’Gill

Play in the islands of icebergs at will

The carnival opens, the children all play

Singing their songs, da doo da doo da dey

Oh yes, suddenly be

Golden sands swept in from the sea

I hear the masters, they’re calling to me

The wind carries the words straight over the sea

They told me the stories of people at war

When blood ran like water and hate spread like fire

Oh yes, suddenly be

Golden sands swept in from the sea