A stór mo chroí, when you're far away From the home you will soon be leaving 'Tis many a time by night and by day Your heart will be sorely grieving The stranger's land may be bright and fair And rich in its treasures golden You'll pine, I know, for the land long ago And the love that is never olden
A stór mo chroí, in this stranger's land There is plenty of wealth and wailing Where gems adorn the great and grand There are faces with hunger paling When the road is tiresome and hard to tread And the lights of their cities blind you Oh turn, a stór, back to Ireland's shore And the one you leave behind you
A stór mo chroí, when the evening mist Over mountain and sea is falling Oh turn around and when you list Then maybe you'll hear me calling The sound of my voice you might hear Which calls for your speedy returning A rún, a rún, won't you come back soon To the one who will always love you?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
