Interpret:

Leaves´Eyes

Album:

Symphonies of the Night

I came home in May with a glad heart
Nothing there that could cause me grief
Nothing could make me sorrow-full and bitter
Nothing could make my head hang down


Eileen my white flower of the blackberry
Whiter than lilies
The dew of a rose
Eileen my bright flower of the blackberry
My summer breeze
A poem in the spring


Woman why are you crying out your eyes now?
Are there any other wooers around?
Woman the nightingale sang me a tale tonight 
That is not soothing music to my ears 


So green her eyes 
Burning red her hair 
A hundred rings of thorns around my neck 
There's a thousand strings strangling my chest 
Is tu ma ghra 
A hundred rings of thorns around my neck 
There's a thousand strings strangling my chest 


Eileen my white flower of the blackberry 
Whiter than lilies 
The dew of a rose 
Eileen 
Is tu ma ghra 
Eileen my death in the spring