We Built a Home

On famine pathway, beneath the hill

Where my love sleeps there still

Her restless shadow wanders the night

Where the banshee cried her fill

We built a home of clay and stone

On a patch of ground, the landlord owned

Near Oranmore, where I was born

I'd lay my head with my Irish girl

And the pale moon, it rose on high

To feed, to feed the darkened skies

To bear witness to heaven's eyes

Cold, cold genocide

A little we had, so much to lose

No time for prayer, nor what we choose

The blight had taken many lives

It would kill us all, man, woman and child

And the pale moon, it rose on high

To feed, to feed the darkened skies

To bear witness to heaven's eyes

And cold, cold genocide

Millions died, thousands fled

On famine ships, we cried farewell

To an Éireann, we'd see no more

As her flesh fell from her bones

Where the pale moon, it rose on high

To feed the darkened skies

To bear witness to heaven's eyes

Cold, cold genocide