You are the lark of Mayfield
Tumbling down the hill
You are the lark of Mayfield
I can remember you still
You sang 'Yellow moon, don't turn me around.
Yellow moon, I'm lost in the sound of your falling tower of dark.
Send an angel following spark,
Spark.'
You are the star of Munster
Flying your dream away
You are the stone-lapped water
Gliding the early day
You are the star of Munster
Flying your dream away
You are the stone-lapped water
Gliding the early day
You sang 'Yellow moon, don't turn me around
Yellow moon, I'm lost in the sound of your falling tower of song.
Yellow moon don't string me along,
Along'
You are the flower of Ireland
Out on the drifting wave
You are the blood of Éireann
Split in an empty cave
You are the flower of Ireland
Out on the drifted wave
You are the blood of Éireann
Split in an empty cave
Won't you sing 'Yellow moon
I'm turning around
Yellow moon, in homeland surround.
Bog and lichen, heather and stone,
River water, carry us home,
Home.'
Home
You are the lark of Mayfield
Tumbling down the hill
You are the lark of Mayfield
I can remember you still
You sang 'Yellow moon, come turn me around.
Yellow moon, I'm lost in the sound of your falling tower of dark.
Send an island following spark,
Spark.'
Spark
Spark
Spark