Green are the hills of the land I call home
Far across the sea
And green are the eyes of my one true love
Who was cruelly torn from me Red is the sand of the land I now roam
In the heat of the day
And red was the blood that was spilled from her wounds
As her spirit slipped away!
Pale is the moon in the heavens above
Where she waits for me And pale was her skin as she breathed her last
Lying there 'neath the old rowan tree!
Black is the night and the hearts of the beasts
Who would pose as men
And black is the space she has left in my heart
That will never fill a again!