Hosting of the Sidhe

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Primordial - Pop

Hosting of the Sidhe

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Duration: 3:16

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[William Butler Yeats] The host is riding from Knockarea And over the graves of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away: Empty your heart if it's mortal dream The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band We come between him and the hope of his heart We come between him and the hope of his heart The host is rushing 'twixt night and day And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling away, come away [Dedicated to William Butler Yeats, one of Eire's greatest sons]

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