Come, brothers, come, sisters, come, feeble, old and grey For the famine, it has broken, so we're bound for america For it is the land of plenty, where in gold the streets are paved Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again
Come, brothers, come, sisters, come, feeble, old and grey For the famine, it has broken, so we're bound for america For it is the land of plenty, where in gold the streets are paved Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again
Oh, my America The land of dreams so far away The emerald isles they shine so bright no more I’ll send a kiss across the ocean And you're just a dream away For dreams become reality in my America
Farewell the groves of Ireland, cross the ocean to my call For the winter skies grow colder like the summer to my fall So blow the winds of fortune, be still you raging waves Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again
Oh, my America The land of dreams so far away The emerald isles they shine so bright no more I’ll send a kiss across the ocean And you're just a dream away For dreams become reality in my America
Oh, my America The land of dreams so far away The emerald isles they shine so bright no more I’ll send a kiss across the ocean And you're just a dream away For dreams become reality in my America
Till the hearth is green in Carrig down I’ll no return againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
