EILEEN
(Sylvia Fine / Max Liebman)


Slim Whitman - 1964



In a town on the sea by the castle Dooneen
The fairest of all, was the maiden Eileen
The bloom on her cheek was as fresh as the dew
And her heart to a young fisher laddie was true

At morn he would sail with the sun and the tide
And he would return to his promised young bride
And there on the shore she could hear it so plain
His voice in the wind singing soft this refrain

Eileen, Eileen, wait for me, wait my Eileen

They were to be wed on a Sunday in May
And faith 'twas a joy to see Eileen so gay
The morning before he set sail with the tide
But he never returned to his promised young bride

Oh, no, never more was her heart young and warm
Her lover he died, yes he died in a storm
But down by the shore, she could still hear so plain
His voice in the wind, singing soft this refrain

Eileen, Eileen, wait for me, wait my Eileen
..
They say that her heart, it was broken in two
The lovely Eileen, so young and so true
And down by the shore, they who loved her the best
By the rock where she waited, they laid her to rest

Oh, many's the years that have past since that day
But maidens who wait for their lovers there say
That still on the shore, they can hear it so plain
His ghost in the wind, singing soft this refrain

Eileen, Eileen, please wait for me, wait my Eileen



(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - September 2018)