Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes in the great
Sun is raised for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
People talk of rain, now for the pain
Now in the swing of all the people at the gate
Call of men-folks down in the woods,
Bow down to Cyprus In the hazel wood and wave
For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus
To step amidst the ferns who gently learn
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks
I have seen your name writ through the clothes
Knit pulses swelling in the fire I made last night
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is raised for dawning
Let the dawn in, let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
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Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes in the great
Sun is raised for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
People talk of rain, now for the pain
Now in the swing of all the people at the gate
Call of men-folks down in the woods,
Bow down to Cyprus In the hazel wood and wave
For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus
To step amidst the ferns who gently learn
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks
I have seen your name writ through the clothes
Knit pulses swelling in the fire I made last night
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is raised for dawning
Let the dawn in, let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
Let me tell you of the ashes in the great
Sun is raised for dawning, let the dawn in
Let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
People talk of rain, now for the pain
Now in the swing of all the people at the gate
Call of men-folks down in the woods,
Bow down to Cyprus In the hazel wood and wave
For the song, for the song of Wandering Aengus
To step amidst the ferns who gently learn
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the breaks
I have seen your name writ through the clothes
Knit pulses swelling in the fire I made last night
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
Walking in my mourning in the morning
Let me tell you of the ashes of the great
Sun is raised for dawning
Let the dawn in, let me lift my heart and free my song from pain
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering Aengus
Writer: Johnny Flynn
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.