A stór mo chroí, when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving
Sure it's many the 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 her treasures golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the heart that is never olden
A stór mo chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Whilst gems adorn the great and grand
There are faces with hunger paling
Well the road is dreary, and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Won't you turn a stór to Erin's shore
And the one that you left behind you
A stór mo chroí, when the evening's sun
Over mountain and meadow is a-falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that is surely mine
For somebody's speedy returning
A ruin, a ruin, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you
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A stór mo chroí, when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving
Sure it's many the 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 her treasures golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the heart that is never olden
A stór mo chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Whilst gems adorn the great and grand
There are faces with hunger paling
Well the road is dreary, and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Won't you turn a stór to Erin's shore
And the one that you left behind you
A stór mo chroí, when the evening's sun
Over mountain and meadow is a-falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that is surely mine
For somebody's speedy returning
A ruin, a ruin, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you
From the home that you'll soon be leaving
Sure it's many the 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 her treasures golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long, long ago
And the heart that is never olden
A stór mo chroí, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Whilst gems adorn the great and grand
There are faces with hunger paling
Well the road is dreary, and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Won't you turn a stór to Erin's shore
And the one that you left behind you
A stór mo chroí, when the evening's sun
Over mountain and meadow is a-falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that is surely mine
For somebody's speedy returning
A ruin, a ruin, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you
Writer: Trad. Trad.
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