(Trad., first recorded John McCormack - 1940)
John McCormack, Frank Patterson
There's one that is a pure as an angel,
As fair as the flowers of May,
They call her the gentle maiden
Wherever she takes her way.
Her eyes have the glance of sunlight,
As it brightens the blue sea wave
And more than the deep sea treasure
The love of her heart I crave.
Though parted afar from my darling,
I dream of her everywhere,
The sound of her voice is about me,
The spell of her presence there.
An whether my prayers be granted,
Or whether she pass me by,
The face of the gentle maiden
Will follow me till I die.
(Contributed by =Ae= - June 2015)