Maid Of Culmore - Celtic Thunder

作词：Traditional

作曲：Traditional

Leaving sweet lovely Derry

For fair London town

There is no finer harbor

All around can be found

Where the youngsters each evening

Go down to the shore

And the joy bells are ringing

For the maid of Culmore

The first time I saw her

She passed me by

And the next time I saw her

She bid me goodbye

But the last time I saw her

It grieved my heart so

For she sailed down Loch Foyle

And away from Culmore

If I had the power the storms for to rise

I would make the wind blow out

And I'd darken the skies

I'd make the wind blow high

And the salt seas to roar

Till the day

That my darling sailed away from Culmore

To the bad parts of America my love

I'll go see

For it's there I know no one

And no one knows me

But if I don't find her

I'll return home no more

Like a pilgrim

I'll wander for the maid of Culmore