Just twenty years ago today, I grasped my mother's hand, She kissed and blessed her only son, going to a foreign land; The neighbours took me from her breast and told her I must go, But I could hear my mother's voice, though her words were sweet and low. Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away, Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea; Write a letter now and then and send her all you can, And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
I sailed away from Queenstown, that is the cove of Cork, A very pleasant voyage we had and soon we're in New York; I'd plenty of friends to meet me there and work I got next day, But with all the hospitality I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away, Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea; Write a letter now and then and send her all you can, And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.
One day a letter came to me, it came from Ireland, The postmark showed it came from home, it was not my mother's hand; 'Twas father who had wrote to say that she had passed away, And just as if from Heaven above I could hear my mother say.
Goodbye, Johnny dear, when you're far away, Don't forget your dear old mother far across the sea; Write a letter now and then and send her all you can, And don't forget where e'er you roam that you're an Irishman.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
