(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.