[ Featuring Hilary Lynn ]
The cold Atlantic swells
That gathered up a storm
A silent prayer to call
Her exiled children home
A western wind that wailed
Through ancient stone and rain
The holy ground laid barren
In a stranger's name
Oh, sullen night, oh, let them stay
Erin Beo, mo thir go deo
Your heart was broken to see them go
But still your prayers, your faith held strong
A song that carried on the western shores
They heard your voice, a voice of hope
The poet's pen laid dry
The beauty left untold
A mother with a child
Left crying by the road
The harvest that had failed
The earth could give no more
The wretched who survived wait
At the poorhouse door
Oh, sullen night, oh, let us pray
Erin Beo, mo thir go deo
Your heart was broken to see them go
But still your prayers, your faith held strong
A song that carried on the western shores
They heard your voice, a voice of hope
They heard your voice, a voice of hope
