Cara Dillon

For too long now, I’ve been a stranger here
To the hills above Glenshane
And your rocks, and your rain
Where the silent souls haunt the Priory walls
In the wind they sing “Come away, come away”
To the murmuring stream with the town below
And the babbling swell of the winding Roe
And you still might hear the great O'Cahan Clan
“Come away” they say "to the Benedy Glen".