Autumn Rain - Saor

Full of grief, the low winds sweep

O’er the sorrow-haunted ground

Dark the woods where night rains weep

Dark the hills that watch around

Tell me, can the joys of spring

Ever make this sadness flee

Make the woods with music ring

And the streamlet laugh for glee?

Sad shall it be, though sun be shed

Golden bright on field and flood

E’en the heather’s crimson red

Holds the memory of blood

Noble dead that sleep below

We your valour ne’er forget

Soft the heroes' rest who know

Hearts like theirs are beating yet