Cold wind on the water, and rain on the road [View All]

[GoddessOfGuinness]

Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
There's a fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
The giant will rise with the moon.

It's the same ancient fever from the isles of the blessed
That our fathers brought with them when they "went west"
It's the blood of the druids that never will rest
The giant will rise with the moon.

CHORUS: So crash the glass down, move with the tide
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
Crash the glass down, Fingal will rise ... with the moon.

In inclement weather the people are fey
Three thousand year stories as the night slips away
To think of old Fingal seems not far away
The giant will rise with the moon.

The wind's from the north, there'll be a new moon tonight
But we have no circle to dance in its sight
So light a torch, bring a bottle, and build the fire bright
The giant will rise with the moon.

-Stan Rogers