A Stór Mo Chroí歌词

作词 : Traditional
A stor mo chroi when you're far away
From the home that you will soon be leaving
It's many time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair
And rich in its treasures golden
But you'll pine I know for a long ago
And the one that is never olden
A stor mo chroi in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Where gems adorn the great and the grand
There are the faces with hunger paling
The road is drily and hard to tread
And the lights of the cities blind you
Won't you turn a stor to Erin's shore
And one love that you left behind you
A stor mo chroi when the evening sun
Over mountain and meadow is falling
Won't you turn away from the thronged district
And maybe you will hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that you surely miss
For Somebody speedily returning
A run a run won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you