Our Love Will Not Decay - Tír na nÓg

Were the calf to die in the womb

And the ewe to bear her lamb too soon

Should the field of barley fail

And the baby at your breast grow pale

Our love will not mildewed grow — no

Were the snow to last until spring

And your fingers blue up to the ring

Should you curse the icy blast

All your beauty it destroys at last

Our love will not mildewed grow — no

But with every new born day

The same thought through our lives will always stay

And the sun will shine through the dew

The baby will have rosy cheeks like you

Our love will not mildewed grow — no