文本歌词

Maid Of Culmore - Celtic Thunder
Leaving sweet lovely Derry
For fair London town
There is no finer harbor
All around can be found
Where the youngsters each evening
Go down to the shore
And the joy bells are ringing
For the maid of Culmore
The first time I saw her
She passed me by
And the next time I saw her
She bid me goodbye
But the last time I saw her
It grieved my heart so
For she sailed down Loch Foyle
And away from Culmore
If I had the power the storms for to rise
I would make the wind blow out
And I'd darken the skies
I'd make the wind blow high
And the salt seas to roar
Till the day
That my darling sailed away from Culmore
To the bad parts of America my love
I'll go see
For it's there I know no one
And no one knows me
But if I don't find her
I'll return home no more
Like a pilgrim
I'll wander for the maid of Culmore