Killarney, My Home Ov'r The Sea Composer(s): Frederic Knight Logan
There's a place in Old Ireland that's dear to my heart 't Is the scene of my childhood so fair From its hills and its valleys, 't was sadness to part From the Lakes of Killarney With beauty so rare Tho' a stranger, alone o'er this wide world I stray And thy lakes and thy mountains no longer I see Still the bloom of that valley in mem'ry shall stay For Erin, Mavourneen, my heart beats for thee
Sure there ne'er was a land where the grass grew so green Nor a place where the sky was more fair With the rocks and the rills one harmonious scene By the Lakes of Killarney With beauty so rare I remember the colleens and lads who were there As they danced in the glen on a bright summer's night To the pipers glad tune as it rang on the air Oh to think of that scene, fills my heart with delight
And I long for dear Ireland, Green Isle of the West Where the shamrock and flow'rs bloom'd for me There the Angels of Peace fold their bright wings and rest By the Lakes of Killarney, my home o'er the sea
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