come away, come away away from trouble away from care come away, come away away from sorrow away from fear may the cool wind find you through a thousand thoughts unsaid gather you in weary day behind you and you can lay your head…

I must like lullabies.

Recorded in the $25 computer microphone days. I tried to clean it up a bit, but to no avail.

A live recording of the Killavil Jig

Played on a Generation Bb pennywhistle

Played on an O'Riordan D-whistle