A Wailing at Glen Corr

A cold wind blows right through the meadow
Silence shattered psyched-out screaming fright
This spirit dances in the moonlight
A calling of fair warning this night
The banshee soars out past the moors
A mournful wail of Glen Corr
Black eagles fly over Clontarf Castle
No king or queens will reign his day
The proclamation had traveled with Embarr
Along with 8 black rose bouquets
The banshee soars out past the moors
A mournful wail of Glen Corr
Snow drifts down at Gorham county
On Downey street the drums are packed away
While Roberts son tosses 14 shots down
The Assumption bell rings out cherished praise
The banshee soars out past the moors
A mournful wail of Glen Corr
At Glen Corr