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