Mary O'Hara was born in 1935 at County Sligo, Ireland. From 1952 to 1962 sh… Read Full Bio ↴Mary O'Hara was born in 1935 at County Sligo, Ireland. From 1952 to 1962 she sang mostly Irish and Scottish songs. Her husband of 15 months died in 1962 and she took holy orders and served as a Nun for 12 years in Stanbrook Abbey, England. She left in 1974 and resumed her singing career, retiring in 1994. She currently lives in England.
Silent O Moyle
Mary O'Hara Lyrics
We have lyrics for 'Silent O Moyle' by these artists:
Anuna Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters Break not…
Anúna & Michael McGlynn Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters Break not…
Eimear Quinn Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water Break not,…
Meav Ni Mhaolchatha Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water Break not,…
We have lyrics for these tracks by Mary O'Hara:
Danny Boy Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen…
My Lagan Love Oh 'tis I would be in Árd Tí Cuain Where the…
Oro Mo Bhaidin Crochfaidh mé seolta is rachaidh mé siar Óró mo churaichín …
Tapestry My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal…
Wexford Mummer's Song In Derry town there dwelt two maids, There dwelt two maids…
When I Need You When I need you, I just close my eyes And I′m with…
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@Brittonbubba137
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
When will the swan, her death-note singing,
Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n, its sweet bells ringing,
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;
While still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heav'n, its sweet bells singing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
@juanvicentegonzalezbalanza7008
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy waters
Break not ye breezes, your chains of repose
While murmuring mournfully Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night star her tale of woes
When shall the swan, her death note ringing
Sleep with the wings in darkness furled?
When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter wave weeping
Fate bids me languish long ages away
Yet still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay
When will the day star mildly springing
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heav'n, its sweet bell ringing
Call my spirit to the fields above?
Call my spirit to the fields above?
Silencioso, oh Moyle, sé el rugido de tus aguas.
No rompan las brisas, tus cadenas de descanso.
Mientras murmura tristemente la hija solitaria de Lir
Cuenta a la estrella de la noche su historia de problemas.
¿Cuándo el cisne, con su nota de muerte sonando
Dormirá con las alas en la oscuridad enrolladas?
¿Cuando lo escucharé, con su dulce campana sonando
Llamar a mi espíritu de este mundo tormentoso?
Tristemente, oh Moyle, a tu ola invernal llorando
El destino me manda languidecer a largas edades de distancia.
Aún en su oscuridad, Erin yace durmiendo
Aún la luz pura es su demora al amanecer.
¿Cuándo brotará suavemente el lucero del día?
Calentando nuestra isla con paz y amor?
¿Cuándo sonará el cielo, su dulce campana?
¿Llamar mi espíritu a los campos de arriba?
Cuando escucharé, su dulce campana sonar
Llamando a mi espíritu a los campos de arriba?
Llamando a mi espíritu a los campos de arriba?
@daisukeschweinsteiger1208
i came from james joyce's "dubliners"
@roadrunner2105
Like me and know I am reading:)
@fizziz_1035
Same here man
@ahmetgur5491
Two Libertines!
@valeriodalla9547
Like me :-)
@saveriorossi6127
Nice to meet you😉
@lorgnetteify
Reading Dubliners 😊this is so beautiful. Normally I skip things like this when I read; took a chance. Lovely. ❤
@LiteratureTodayUK
I played this at my mother's funeral in 1980.
I played this at my father's funeral 33 years later.
@Brittonbubba137
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water,
Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose,
While, murmuring mournfully, Lir's lonely daughter
Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.
When will the swan, her death-note singing,
Sleep, with wings in darkness furl'd?
When will heav'n, its sweet bells ringing,
Call my spirit from this stormy world?
Sadly, oh Moyle, to thy winter-wave weeping,
Fate bids me languish long ages away;
While still in her darkness doth Erin lie sleeping,
Still doth the pure light its dawning delay.
When will that day-star, mildly springing,
Warm our isle with peace and love?
When will heav'n, its sweet bells singing,
Call my spirit to the fields above?
@richardschmidt7608
this still my favorite version of this song-its a beautiful album