Post #27036 by emspace on Mon, Mar 17, 2003 6:19 PM

A stór mo chroí, when you're far away
From the home you'll soon be leaving
And it's many a time by night and day
That your heart will be sorely grieving.
Though the stranger's land might be rich and fair
With riches and treasure golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long long ago
And the love that's never olden.

A stór mo chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wearing
Whilst gems adorn the rich and the grand
There are faces with hunger tearing.
Though the road is dreary and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities may blind you
You'll turn, a stór, to Erin's shore
And the ones you left behind you.

A stór mo chroí, when the evening sun
Over mountain and meadow is falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and listen
And maybe you'll hear me calling.
The voice that you'll hear will be surely mine
For somebody's speedy returning
A rún, a rún, will you come back soon
To the ones who will always love you.