Ghosts of Inisheer

As I walk at eventide Glowing lamp in hand to guide Upon the hill, a lifeless tower Hopelessness, its final hour Heavy hands and weighted feet Haunting chill around me greets Through the ruins of ancient stones Treading grounds of buried bones The wind braves through the trees Their arms shake to their leaves The cries of the air No way to save their prayers And time would pass in fear For the ghosts of Inisheer At the tower's deathly height Roams a figure pale and white Standing watch he spies the masts: Floating phantoms of the past. The hostile ships land on the shore He cries out, "Our brothers, oh! They have come to bury us Take our tower; we'll burn to dust." Who storms the stronghold there but dark assassins of the air A forever hallowed tomb The flames seal their doom The waves engulf the tears Of the ghosts of Inisheer Sleep, now May peace be on your brow Do not fear For heaven is near Glide so Unshackle your woes Let serenity Take hold like the sea At the calling of the dawn The seven sisters' bells do call To banish spirits of the night And the terror takes its flight