See the moon is once more rising   Above our land of black and green   Hear the rebel's voice a-calling   I shall not die though you bury me   Hear the aunt in bed a-dying   Where is my Johnny   Faded pictures in the hallway   Which one of these brown ghosts is he      Fare thee well, my black haired diamond   Fare thee well my own Aisling   Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me   'Till I come back home again      The wind it blows to the north and south   It blows to the east and west   I'll be just like that wind my love   For I will have no rest   'Till I return to thee      Bless the wind that shakes the barley   Curse the spade and curse the plough   Waking in the morning early   I wish to Hell I was with you now   One, two, three, four telephone poles   Give me a cup of sweet poitin   Madness from the mountains crawling   When I first met you, my own Aisling      Fare thee well, my black haired diamond   Fare thee well my own Aisling   Thoughts and dreams of you will haunt me   'Till I come back home again