spirit of eire

(verse 1) Whispers in the mist, an ancient tale, Emerald hills, hide a ghostly wail. Shadows dance, under moonlit veil, A banshee cries, her face so pale. Eyes like embers, a sorrowful sight, She haunts the moors, in the dead of night. (verse 2) Through the ruins, her legend grows, A spectral figure, in a cloak of woes. With every step, the cold wind blows, Telling secrets, only the ghost knows. In the castle's keep, she makes her bed, A lonely queen, among the dead. (chorus) spirit of Éire, forever bound, Her silent screams, the only sound. In the heart of Ireland, she's found, Her curse of love, to the ground. (Bridge) A pastor fell of a haunting cliff, Echoing the ghost's eternal myth. oh, spirit of Éire. oh, spirit of Éire. (chorus) spirit of Éire, forever bound, Her silent screams, the only sound. In the heart of Ireland, she's found, Her curse of love, to the ground. (outro) So listen close, when the night is still, You might hear her, against your will.