Quiet Lands Of Erin

By myself I'd be in Árdaí Chuain

Where the mountains stand away

Oh 'tis there I'd let the Sundays go

In the Cuckoo's Lair abower the bay



Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó

Éire londubh is ó

And the Quiet Land o' Erin



Oh my heart is weary all alone

And it sends a lonely cry

To the land that sings beyond my dreams

And the lonely Sundays pass me by



Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó

Éire londubh is ó

And the Quiet Land o' Erin



Oh I'd ravel back the twisted years

In the bitter wasted wind

If the God above would let me lie

In the quiet glades abower the whin



Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó

Éire londubh is ó

And the Quiet Land o' Erin