Running to Paradise (1996)
		The Hosting of the Sidhe
!		(W. B. Yeats)

a:		<Em  D  A  C  Hm  Em>

>		     Em              G         Am
		The host is riding from Knocknarea
>		     C                  D         Em
		And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
>		  Em             G           Am
		Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
>		      C             D          Em
		And Niamh calling Away, come away:

>		 F           Em      Am
b:		Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
>		      F      Em         Am
		The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
>		      F         G         Am
		Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
>		      F           G           A!
		Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam,

>		     D                     Am
c1:		Our arms are waving, out lips are apart;
>		     D              Am
c2:		And if any gaze on our rushing band,
>		    D                        C
		We come between him and the deed of his hand,
>		    C                        D           Em
		We come between him and the hope of his heart.

a:		The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
		And where is there hope or deed as fair?
		Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
		And Niamh calling Away, come away.

!		+ b (i?iea?uo) + n2