Traditional At the setting of the sun When my long day's work was done, I went out along the sea shore for a walk - And I being all alone, I sat down upon a stone To gaze upon the streets of New York Chorus: Erin grá mo chroí You're the dear old land to me You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen And if ever I go home From you I never will roam From my own dear native land - far away With the turf fire burning bright On a cold dark winter's night And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground - When St. Patrick's day comes 'round We'll wear the shamrock green In my own dear native land - far away Chorus Well it broke my mother's heart From her I had to part Will I ever see my mother any more? When her body it is laid In the cold and silent grave In my own dear native land - far away Chorus
Traditional At the setting of the sun When my long day's work was done, I went out along the sea shore for a walk - And I being all alone, I sat down upon a stone To gaze upon the streets of New York Chorus: Erin grá mo chroí You're the dear old land to me You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen And if ever I go home From you I never will roam From my own dear native land - far away With the turf fire burning bright On a cold dark winter's night And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground - When St. Patrick's day comes 'round We'll wear the shamrock green In my own dear native land - far away Chorus Well it broke my mother's heart From her I had to part Will I ever see my mother any more? When her body it is laid In the cold and silent grave In my own dear native land - far away Chorus
