Francis Ledwidge (Ôðýíñèñ Ëåäâèäæ)

In France

THE silence of maternal hills
Is round me in my evening dreams;
And round me music-making rills
And mingling waves of pastoral streams.

Whatever way I turn I find
The path is old unto me still.
The hills of home are in my mind,
And there I wander as I will. 

1. Lament for Thomas Mcdonagh
2. Old Clo
3. The Lost Ones
4. The Dead Kings
5. At Currabwee

Bryan Procter (Áðàéàí Ïðîêòåð) In France ("The poplars in the fields of France")

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