Síar Ón Ndaingean (west Of Dingle) Lyrics

síar ón nDaingean she took off her rings

to play on the fiddle, to hear the night sing

her song was of leaving and leaving no more

of leaving tomorrow all at the church door



one ring was from the lover she never would know

one from the grandmother whose fiddle she holds

one ring was from a faery rath in filigreed gold

one ring just for wishing her future her own



(chorus:)

síar ón nDaingean is as west as you can go

to the west only ameriky and the silkies below

and your fiddle will not carry you over the deep

but síar ón nDaingean is where she shall be



her dark eyes darted as her fingers flew fast

on the ebony fingerboard as if it could last

as if the cracked old varnish 'gainst the bone white cheek

could carry all her anguish her soul to keep



"you'll be back" he told her "you've come back before"

but this time she would not though the words they still tore

through the strings of her heart and the sound of the sea

"you love your damn fiddle more than you love me"



(repeat chorus)



"Saint Brandon preserve us" as she looked to the sea

and "please don't desert us" as she passed through Trá Lí

through the Sliabh Mis onto Abhainn an Scáil through An Daingean by dawn

on the cliffs of Dún Chaoin paused to play one last song



(repeat chorus)