The Leaving of Inishmore
Fare you well, my lovely island, Kilronan fare you well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well
I can hear the stormwind blowing and I hear the roaring sound
of surf, curraghs are floating, seagulls fly unbound.
Fare you well, my lovely island, you stonewalls fare you well.
You songs the only sweetheart sang, my island fare you well.
I can smell the salty odour, sun rises up and down.
Fairy tales my mother told, fishermen not coming home.
Fare you well, my lovely island, you flocks of sheep, fare well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well.
Fare you well, my lovely island, Kilronan fare you well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well
I can hear the stormwind blowing and I hear the roaring sound
of surf, curraghs are floating, seagulls fly unbound.
Fare you well, my lovely island, you stonewalls fare you well.
You songs the only sweetheart sang, my island fare you well.
I can smell the salty odour, sun rises up and down.
Fairy tales my mother told, fishermen not coming home.
Fare you well, my lovely island, you flocks of sheep, fare well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well.