namoli brennet

Lyrics

Past the hill and up yonder
Stands the ruins of a church
Amidst the fields, row upon row
Singing hie, la lie lie lo

And the walls, stretched up in stone
To hold a roof that’s long since flown
Taken by some forgotten storm
Singing hie, la lie lie lo

By the edges of the lawn
Stand the graves marked with a stone
Mary Jacobs and a son
Died in 1841

For every death, a birth
Of equal or greater worth
Each one in time returned
To the earth

Now the season’s come and gone
All the fields like whiskers shorn
And the graves covered in snow
Singing hie, la lie lie lo