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This is our Dad's favourite song. We recorded it in secret and only played it for him when it was fully finished. Needless to say it brought a tough Kerry Man to tears. xo Shanagolden is a haunting Irish love story written by the late great Seanie McCarthy. PRE ORDER OUR NEW ALBUM ; AN IRISH HEART http://bit.ly/39NYM3v 🔊 Spotify: https://spoti.fi/31as9tu 🐦 Twitter: http://bit.ly/37RWDDe 📸 Instagram: http://bit.ly/2S8QlIu 🔔 Click To Subscribe to the family http://bit.ly/36R4CPC Facebook: / theoneillsisters Lyrics; Oh the cold winds from the mountains are calling soft to me, The smell of scented heather brings bitter memory The wild and lonely eagle up in the summer sky, Flies high o'er Shanagolden, where my love you do lie. I met him in the winter time when snow was on the ground The Irish hills were peaceful and love was all around. Scarcely twenty years old, a young man in his prime. We were married, darling Willie by the eve of Christmas time. Do you remember darling, we walked the moonlit road I held you in my arms, love, I would never let you go. Our hands they were entwined, my love, all in the pale moonlight, By the fields of Shanagolden on a lonely winter's night. Then came the call to arms, love, the heather was aflame. Down from the silent mountains, the Saxon strangers came. I held you in my arms then, my young heart wild with fear, In the fields by Shanagolden, in the springtime of the year. You fought them, darling Willie, all through the summer days. I heard the rifles firing in the mountains far away I held you in my arms then, your blood ran free and bright, And you died in Shanagolden, on a lonely summer's night. But that was long ago my love, now our son grows fine and tall; The hills they are at peace again: the Saxon strangers gone. There's roses growing on your grave, there's an eagle in the sky , Flying high o'er Shanagolden, where my love you do lie. Perfromed by ; The O'Neill Sisters Produced by; Cillian O'Dalaigh Vocal Arrangements; Naomi O'Neill Videography; Mark David Acoba