Ned Of The Hill Lyrics & Chords By Pauline Cato

Dark is the evening, silent the hour Oh who is that minstrel by yonder lone tower? Whose heart is so tenderly touching with skill? Oh who could it be but young Ned of the hill? ...read more

Oh, who is that outside with anger in his voice Beating on my closed door? I am Eamann of the Hill, soaked through and wet From constant walking of mountains and glens. Oh,...read more

Dark is the evening, silent the hour. Who is the minstrel by yon lonely tower, Whose harp is so tenderly thrusting with skill? Oh, who can it be but Ned on the Hill. Who sings...read more