My thoughts today though I'm far away, dwell on Killconnell shore,
The salt sea air and the colleens fair, round lovely green Gredore.
There's a flower there beyond compare, that I'll cherish evermore,
That grand colleen in her gown of green; she's the rose of Aranmore.
I've travelled far 'neath the northern star, since the day I said goodbye,
And seen many maids on the golden glades, beneath a tropic sky.
There's a vision in my reverie, I always will adore,
That grand colleen in her gown of green; she's the rose of Aranmore.
But soon I will return again, to the scenes I love so well,
Where many an Irish lad and lass, their tales of love did tell,
The silvery dunes and blue lagoons, along the Ross's shore,
And that grand colleen in her gown of green, she's the rose of Aranmore.
The salt sea air and the colleens fair, round lovely green Gredore.
There's a flower there beyond compare, that I'll cherish evermore,
That grand colleen in her gown of green; she's the rose of Aranmore.
I've travelled far 'neath the northern star, since the day I said goodbye,
And seen many maids on the golden glades, beneath a tropic sky.
There's a vision in my reverie, I always will adore,
That grand colleen in her gown of green; she's the rose of Aranmore.
But soon I will return again, to the scenes I love so well,
Where many an Irish lad and lass, their tales of love did tell,
The silvery dunes and blue lagoons, along the Ross's shore,
And that grand colleen in her gown of green, she's the rose of Aranmore.