OCTOBER WINDS THE OCTOBER WINDS LAMENT AROUND THE CASTLE OF DROMORE. YET PEACE IS IN HER LOFTY HALLS, MY LOVING TREASURE STORE. THOUGH AUTUMN LEAVES MAY DROOP AND DIE, A BUD OF SPRING ARE YOU. SING HUSH-A-BYE LOO, LA LOO, LO LAN, SING HUSH-A-BYE LOO, LA LO. BRING NO ILL WILL TO HINDER US, MY HELPLESS BABE AND ME. DREAD SPIRITS OF THE BLACKWATER, CLAN OWEN'S WILD BANSHEE. AND HOLY MARY PITYING US IN HEAVEN FOR GRACE DOTH SUE. CHORUS TAKE TIME TO THRIVE MY RAY OF HOPE IN THE GARDEN OF DROMORE, TAKE HEED YOUNG EAGLET TILL THY WINGS ARE FEATHERED FIT TO SOAR. A LITTLE REST AND THEN THE WORLD IS FULL OF WORK TO DO. CHORUS