Curragh Of Kildare
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Christy Moore
and multiple other artists



The winter it is past and the summer's come at last
The birds they are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad, but mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar by the water running clear
Brings joy to the linnet and the deer
Their little hearts are blessed, but mine know no rest
For my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
And in velvet so green I will appear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

I'll wear a cap of black with some frills around my neck
Golden rings on my fingers I will wear
Oh yes, this I'll undertake for my own true lover's sake
For he lives in the Curragh of Kildare
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear

Oh, you who are in love and cannot it remove
I pity the pain you do endure
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe
Yes, a woe that no other can cure
And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll find tidings of my dear