Pan Morigan - The Hill Of Knocknashee/the Busy BeeThe names of beloved, missed places sing themselves like prayers in songs like this one, suggested to me by my sister from the singing of Colm O'Donnell-his gorgeous recording Farewell to Evening Dances . (On Bogfire-get it) Thanks to Fidelma Culleton and Donal Rooke of Northampton, Massachusetts for this particular version. The word "Knocknashee" comes from the Irish cnoc na sidhe, meaning hill of the fairies. For William, Christopher and Stellan Good friends we meet in love tonight on Columbia's tranquil shore Three thousand miles from Erin's isle that we may see no more Yet dearer still is that fair hill than any other to me And in our own dlear native tongue we call it Knocknashee How dear to me fond memories, sweet recollections bring How often I listened the livelong day to the thrush and blackbird sing How softly did that cuckoo call, from out yon willow tree How sweet that sound re-echoed round, the hill of Knocknashee 'Tis often I viewed those lovely hills all blooming in their prime From Coolaney to Clonacool along the mountainside The river Moy so gently flews from there into the sea Farewell, farewell, to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee There stands the ruined abbey where our people's bones do rest That ancient land that gave them birth now calls them to her breast While we are forced to exile by a British tyranny Farewell, farewell to Carrowamore and the hill of Knocknashee Farewell unto my Comrades, for to leave you makes me mourn My warm heart I do leave with you, though my back I'm forced to turn This lonely song of exile, is all that's left for me Farewell, farewell to Carrowamore, and the hill of Knocknashee |
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