I'd Rather Be

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