Another emigration song. I have no information on its author or date. With the help of a textfile from Ezio, I made this transcription from a tape with Johnny McEvoy singing. It should be very close to being correct.

Wolfgang

GREEN HILLS OF KERRY

1. The palm trees wave on high
out beyond thy fertile shore,
adieu ye hills of Kerry
I never will see you more.
Why did I leave my home
and why did I cross the sea
and leave the small birds singing
around you sweet Tralee.

2. Oh, the palm trees wave on high
out beyond thy fertile shore,
but the dewy hills of Kerry
I never will see no more.
No more the sun will shine
on that blessed harvest morn
or hear our reaper singing
in a golden field of corn.

3. There's a balm for every woe
and a cure for every pain,
But the happiness of my darling girl
I never will see again.
Why did I leave my home
and why did I cross the sea
and leave the small birds singing
around you sweet Tralee.