The leaves fall from the trees like gold And I tell you that I love you so The river sings, it's time to go What lies ahead we'll never know And summer
As I was a'walking one evening of late Where fragrant fine flowers the field decorate I carelessly rambled where I did not know By the fair crystal fountain
Oh father, dear father, you've done to me much wrong, You've gone and got me married to a boy who is too young. For he is only 16 years and I
As the lonesome scenes of winter in stormy winds to blow, Clouds around the center inclined to frost and snow, You're the boy that I have chosen to be
I am a youth that's inclined to ramble To some foreign country, I mean to steer I am loath to part from my friends and comrades And my dear sweetheart
You're the one who's nearly breaking my heart, Had your chance, you just threw it all away. Living in a world that you could never be a part of, And there
Dear thoughts are my mind and my soul it soars enchanted, As I hear the sweet lark sing in the clear air of the day, For a tender beaming smile to my
When you feel so tired trying When you ask and no-one knows When your heart is tired fighting When you feel like letting go Take this love I've freely
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town, There is no finer harbour all around can be found, Where the children each evening go down to the shore
Through the mist my ship has sailed Leaving me behind All things left unsaid That were in my mind When I stood on this deck Strange things I saw Strange
She's like a swallow that flies so high She's like the river that never runs dry She's like the sunshine on the lee shore She loves her love and love
Farewell to old Ireland, the land of my childhood Which now and forever I am going to leave Farewell to the shores where the shamrock is growing It's
In a land of O'Cahan where bleak mountains rise Over those brown ridgy tops, now the dusky clouds fly Deep sunk in a valley a wild flower did grow And
This is really not my home Oh where are you my lovely Johnny? I'm afraid and all alone There is no peace for me I'm sitting in the stranger's room Playing
The snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is setting in And when the young man tells me
After the morning there comes an evening And after the evening another day And after a false love there comes a true love I'd have you listen now to what
If you want me I'll be at your door And if you need me I'll be by your side Cos every day is a long winding road And I'll always be here don't you know
Some poets sing of a noble king All of a sweetheart fair Some tell a tale of ships that sail With treasures rich and rare But my humble pain still drifts