Bantry Bay-Josef Locke

[ti:Bantry Bay] [ar:John McNally] [al:Irish Tenors] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bantry Bay - Josef Locke [00:07.90]As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming [00:12.12] [00:15.00]It might have been but yesterday [00:17.33] [00:21.25]That we watched the fisher's sails all homing [00:25.57] [00:27.90]Till the little herring fleet at anchor lay [00:31.87] [00:33.94]Then the fisher girls with baskets swinging [00:37.74] [00:40.62]Came running down the old stone way [00:44.36] [00:46.70]Every lassie to her sailor lad was singing [00:51.32] [00:54.01]Ah welcome back to Bantry Bay [00:58.61] [01:06.05]Then we heard the pipers sweet note tuning [01:10.75] [01:13.69]And all the lassies turned to hear [01:17.67] [01:19.85]As they mingled with a soft voice crooning [01:23.93] [01:25.95]Till the music floated down the wooden pier [01:30.00] [01:32.40]Save you kindly colleens all said the piper [01:36.91] [01:38.97]Hands across and trip it while I play [01:43.35] [01:45.77]And the tender sound of song and merry dancing [01:50.47] [01:53.94]Stole softly over Bantry Bay [01:59.46] [02:03.88]As I'm sitting all alone in the gloaming [02:08.81] [02:11.70]The shadows of the past draw near [02:16.19] [02:18.79]And I see the lovely faces round me [02:24.51] [02:25.68]That used to glad the old front pier [02:30.63] [02:33.00]Some have gone upon their last logged homing [02:37.65] [02:40.53]Some are left but they are old and gray [02:47.00] [02:49.60]And we're waiting for the tide in the gloaming [02:54.95] [02:58.66]To sail upon the great highway [03:01.85] [03:05.08]To the land of rest unending [03:09.86] [03:14.48]All peacefully from Bantry Bay