This is a traditional Irish song arranged by The Gloaming. It appears on their second studio album titled 2. The lyrics appear to come from a book titled Laoithe Na Féinne (1941) containing old Irish songs and poems from 1772-1855.Do you have any further information about this song? Edit this page and help us expand this section. ^close
A swallow came by a wandering Fiann
That held a ring, wandering a lake.
In went the ring, and ever since it dropped,
There's been no sound tonight.
A red bird of brindled wing,
Higher than other birds with his voice,
Going all around our heads,
Playing his melody in the air,
In the air...