Farewell, Farewell, To My Native Home, Those Shores To See No More

Farewell, Farewell To My Own True Love, Abandoned At The Door

Not By My Will I Leave My Land, But The Poor Law's Cold Decree

And I My Birthright Most Forego, To Cross The Stormy Sea



The Passage It Was Long And Dire, 'til We Docked At New Orleans

And Those Of Us Who Did Survive, Were Cast On Fevered Streets

I Made My Way From Job To Job, Until I Had The Fare

To Take Me To The Great Divide And The Rocky Mountain Air



For I Craved To Scale The Highest Peak, My Lost Heart Yearning East

In Hopes A Vision I Might See, Of My Beloved Island Green

As If My Soul Could Fly Me Home, Across The Ocean Deep

And Ease The Keening Of A Heart, Cast Out On Stormy Seas



I Worked The Darns And Railroads, The Timber And The Mines

I Wrote To Ireland Year For Year, 'til There Was No One Left To Write

If Ireland Can Be My Home No More, There Will Be No Home For Me

I'll Drift Like The Wind From Keep To Keep, A Wild And Rootless Seed



And Come Each Day At Sunrise, As The Long Years Pass Me By

I'll Gaze Across The Troubled Waves, And Drearn Of My Green Isle

For Longing Is A Tender Song, That Can Never, Ever Cease

The Keening Of A Lonely Heart, Cast Out On Stormy Seas