Gortatagort - Christy Moore

John Spillane

I sing The Field I sing The Farm

I sing The House my Mother was born

In Gortatagort Colomane

A green jewel

Sewn in a patchwork quilt of fields

Between the mountain and the River

In this time now and in another

Where I ran free with my brothers

Through the Longmeadow The Cnocan Rua

The Fortfield The Pairc na Claise

The Newhouse field The Guillane Field

The Clover Field The Rushy Field

Where the Red Fuschia weeps in The Hen’s Garden

And the angels bleed over Bantry Bay

I see The House I see The Yard

I see The Stall I see The Stable

I see The Haggart and The Sandy Field

I see The Hill I see The Well

I sing The Spring of Well Water

I sing The Field of Standing Stones

The South Rey Grass The North Rey Grass

The Break and The Paircin na hEornan

Where the Red Fuschia weeps in The Hen’s Garden

Where God foes to sleep in the hills and the valleys

Where the Moon rises over The Haggart

Where peace descends on Gortatagort

Where the angels bleed over Bantry Bay

Saddle up the old grey mare

Tim Big Danny and Jacky Timmy

Are going across The Mountain

To Puck Fair

I sing The Field I sing The Farm

I sing The House my Mother was born

In Gortatagort Colomane

A Green Jewel