He is strong as the oak trees growing down in County Kerry
He is warm as his brewed teas that he pours
And tells me stories
Oh sing to me, sing to me, my bonny boy-
He loves me true, soundly we'll sleep
His dreams come from far, they fly 'cross the sea
And though one day I well may be a long-departed memory
"You're my bonny lass", he says to me-
How I long to be like the oak trees growing down in old Killarney
I could be strong and bear his baby
He'll teach us songs from nights in Kerry
Oh sing to me, sing to me, my bonny boy-
He loves me true, soundly we'll sleep
He dreams of a world that I've never seen
And though his dearest love may be a land that lies beyond the sea
My bonny lad, stay with me-
In another life we will be oak trees growing wise and wild in Kerry
I'll be his wife, yes, him I'll marry
And when he dies, my love I'll bury
I'll sing to thee, sing to thee, my bonny boy-
I love him true, soundly we'll sleep
Our dreams come from far, they fly 'cross the sea
And though we're bound eventually for long-departed memory
His bonny lass I'll always be.
credits
from Big Hearts EP,
released April 30, 2014
Jessy Tomsko - vocals, guitar
Dan Bailey - electric guitar
Micah Banner-baine - violin
Anthony Taddeo - percussion
Ariel de la Portilla - bass
Engineered, Produced, and Mixed by Michael McCoy.
Mastering by Sage Audio.
Artwork by Maggie McDonald.
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