Tekst:
Traditional Gaelic/John Morris
In this quiet place I stand alone,
from my homeland far away
And my empty heart cannot recall,
the forgotten dreams that brought me joy
Had I ways to shed the wasted years,
I would travel to my kin
and with strength and faith in God above,
there in Ireland I would gladly die
In this quiet place I stand alone,
from my homeland far away
And my empty heart cannot recall,
the forgotten dreams that brought me joy
Had I ways to shed the wasted years,
I would travel to my kin
and with strength and faith in God above,
there in Ireland I would gladly die
