silent, o moyle

an irish folk song
by thomas moore

silent, o moyle, be the roar of thy water
break not ye breezes, your chain of repose
while murmuring mournfully lir's lonely daughter
tells to the night star her tale of woe

when shall the swan, her death note singing
sleep with the wings her darkness furled
when will heav'n, it's sweet bells ringing
call my spirit from this stormy world ?

silent, o moyle to thy crystal wave weeping
fate bids me languish long ages away
yet still in the darkness doth erin lie sleeping
still doth the pure light its dawning delay

when will the day star mildly springing
warm our isle with peace and love ?
when will heav'n, it's sweet bells ringing
call my spirit to the fields above ?