Mo leannán [my darling], this soul isn’t all right
and these ones they’ll watch you mourning
and this place isn’t all right
and these ones they’ll watch you drowning
They say you are the next year’s soul
They say you are the truth in disguise
An oíche, an oíche [The night, the night]
Need you
And the tears fall onto fresh clay
Soft words they’re falling from your eyes
They’re stealing all the hope this day
They’re stealing all the hope all right
An oíche, an oíche [The night, the night]
Need you
An oíche, an oíche [The night, the night]
Need you
On
On we’ll go
Onwards we’ll go
On we go