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Celtic Lyrics Corner > Artists & Groups > Reeltime > Live It Up > The Mountains Of Pomeroy
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Lyrics:
The morn was breaking bright and fair, the lark sang in the sky
When the maid, she combed her golden hair with a blythe glance in her eye
For who beyond the bright, green wood was awaiting her with joy
Oh who but gallant Reinardeen on the mountains of Pomeroy
Full often in the dawning hour, full oft in twilight brown
He met the maid in the woodland bower where the stream comes foaming down
For they were faithful in a love no wars could e'er destroy
No tyrant's law touched Reinardeen on the mountains of Pomeroy
"Dear love," she said, "I'm so afraid for the foeman's force and you
For they've tracked you in the lowland plain and o'er the valley through
My kinsmen frown when you are named, your life they would destroy
'Beware,' they say, 'of Reinardeen on the mountains of Pomeroy'"
"Fear not, fear not, sweetheart," he cried, "Fear not the foe for me
No chains shall fall whate'er betide on the arm that would be free
Oh leave your cruel kin and come when the lark is in the sky
With a strong arm that I'll guard you on the mountains of Pomeroy"
The moon has come, she rose and fled from her cruel kin and home
And bright the wood, and rosy-red was the tumbling torrent's foam
But a mist came down, and a tempest roared and did all around destroy
'Twas a pale drowned bride met Reinardeen on the mountains of Pomeroy
