Silent O Moyle歌词
Silent O Moyle
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose
While murmuring mournfully, Lirs lonely daughter
Tells to the night star her tale of woes
When shall the swan, her death note singing
Sleep with wings in darkness furled?
When shall Heavn, its sweet bell ringing
Call my spirit from this