The Winding River Roe Lyrics - Cara Dillon

Some poets sing of a noble king, 

Or of a sweetheart fair. 

Some tell a tale of ships that sail 

With treasures rich and rare. 

But my humble pen still drifts again 

To scenes of long ago; 

Across the sea to the Benedy 

And the winding river roe. 

Right well do I remember now 

Those happy childhood days. 

And the times I had when just a lad, 

On Carn's lovely braes. 

And when my mind is thus inclined 

No other joys I know, 

For my heart remains on the verdant plains 

Near the winding river roe. 

Benbradagh's crown o'er Dungiven town, 

Is still within my view 

And the Benedy glen I worshiped then 

Still lives in memory too. 

The beautiful scene of Cashel Green 

Still haunts wherever I go. 

And in all my dreams, I see it seems 

The winding river roe. 

If fortunes smiles on me awhile, 

I would cross the sea again, 

And all these years of toil and tears 

Will be forgotten then. 

And when at last my life has passed, 

Contentedly I'll go across the sea 

To the Benedy 

And the winding river roe.