"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" lyrics - THE WATERBOYS
THE WATERBOYS
"An Irish Airman Foresees His Death"
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love
My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan's poor
No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death.
An Appointment With Mr Yeats (2011)
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- Song Of Wandering Aengus
- Sweet Dancer
- News For The Delphic Oracle
- September 1913
- White Birds
- A Full Moon In March
- Before The World Was Made
- An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
- The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
- Mad As The Mist And Snow
- Politics
- Let The Earth Bear Witness
- The Faery's Last Song