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There is a bird in Cachel Wood As silver as I've seen With mystery as a maiden's bed With mystery as a dream I dream to find my own true love An everlasting fire I'm perishing when leaves decay 'T would be heart's desire Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee Then nature sent my own true love When apple blossom fell He sang beneath the mighty oak And courted me so well He spoke the pleasures of the flesh Of married life to come I loved a man in Cachel Wood 'T was then I was so done Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee Follow the burn to the sea How my poor weeps for thee The berries on the Rowan tree With child and in full bloom He'd proved to be a false young man A most unworthy groom A fish swims in the ocean deep A bird lives in the sky And fleetingly they intertwine And fleetingly they sigh Follow the burn to the sea How my poor heart weeps for thee Weeps for thee Follow the burn to the sea How my poor weeps for thee |