Air: Spinning Wheel

I left my young love by the river reclining,
The tears in her eyes in the moonlight were shining,
I told her I loved her, my love would fade never,
But the snows on the  mountains are calling me ever.

Roaming O, roaming O, up in the ice and snow,
Rolleay, rolleay, ice-axe and good belay,
Let me be free, with the mountains for company,
Let me go climbing where the blue hills are shining.

The love of a maiden is ever so tender,
The sweet words she whispers you'll always remember;
One day she'll forget you and think of you never,
But the snows of the mountains are with you forever.

Roaming O, Roaming O!, etc.

I'll never be rich and I'll never be married,
For the joys of a home-life too long have I tarried;
Whenever I promise no more will I wander
The snows of the mountains start calling me yonder.

Roaming O, Roaming  O! etc.

The years roll along and my life is declining,
Beyond the blue ranges the snows are still shining;
I'll start my last journey, regrets I'll have never,
For the snows on the mountains are with me forever.

Roaming O, Roaming O! etc.

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Kieran,
Co-Treasurer