Lyrics
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