The Connemara Cradle Song

Tommy Makem

On the wings of the wind o'er the dark rolling deep

Angels are coming to watch o'er thy sheep

Angels are coming to watch over thee

So list to the wind coming over the sea


Hear the wind blow love, hear the wind blow

Lean your head over and hear the wind blow

Oh, winds of the night, may your fury be crossed,

May no one who's dear to our island be lost

Blow the winds gently, calm be the foam

Shine the light brightly and guide them back home


The currachs are sailing way out on the blue

Laden with herring of silvery hue

Silver the herring and silver the sea

And soon there'll be silver for baby and me


The currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore

And daddy goes sailing, a sailing no more

The nets will be drying, the nets heaven blessed

And safe in my arms dear, contented he'll rest