BY THE BRIGHT SILVERY LIGHT OF THE MOON
(Irish traditional)

as recorded by Ann Breen


I was strolling down the glen
When I spied a fair young man,
He was asking a favour of the moon.
Ah, but yet he was so young
And we were both as one
'Neath the bright silvery light of the moon.

So shine on silvery light,
Shine on through the night,
The nightingales are singing their sweet song,
For there's not a time so sweet
As when two lovers meet
'Neath the bright silvery light of the moon.

He gave to me a ring,
We named our wedding day,
We planned on being married in the spring.
Ah, but now he is dead
And lying in his grave
'Neath the bright silvery light of the moon.

So shine on silvery light,
Shine on through the night,
The nightingales are singing their sweet song,
For there's not a time so sweet
As when two lovers meet
'Neath the bright silvery light of the moon.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - June 2020)