The cold winds from the mountain 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 young Willie lies
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 one years old a young man in his prime
We were married darling Willie by the eve of Christmas time
Do you remember darlin’when we walked the moonlit road
I held you in my arms love I would never let you go
Our hands they were entwined love all in the pale moonlight
By the fields of Shanagolden on a lonely winter’s night
Then came the call to arms dear and the hills they were aflame
Down from the silent mountains the Saxon strangers came
I held you in my arms love my young heart wild with fear
By the fields of Shanagolden in the spring time 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 love your blood ran free and bright
And you died in Shanagolden on a lonely summer’s night
Oh, but that was long ago dear and your son grows fine and tall
The hills they are at peace again, the Saxon strangers' gone
We’ll place a red rose on your grave by the silvery pale moonlight
And we’ll dream of Shanagolden on a lonely winter’s night