cd: Dulahan
track 12: The Hunger
The Connemara Mountains,
Have begun to fade away
We’re three days on the lightest wind
set out from Galway Bay
Beyond the gray horizon,
we know not what we’ll find
The unknown lies before us,
and the hunger’s left behind
We sold the meager things we owned,
for passage to New York
The dockside thieves and rounders,
stole our bags as we embarked
The captain’s held the rations,
from the contract that we signed
Empty-handed, empty-hearted,
is the hunger, really left behind
The North Atlantic winter,
has begun to take it’s toll
Below the decks in crowded berths
we huddle ‘gainst the cold
The fever takes another life,
its growing all the time
It haunts us like the nightmare,
like the hunger, left behind
I pray my family’s welfare,
and I caution of despair
Then a cry goes out upon the deck,
as seagulls fill the air
Our eyes are filled with promise,
of America’s outline
But our souls retain the homeland,
and the hunger, left behind
Dulahan Music
Written by Kyle Aughe
