I have wandered down Broadway, I've walked down the Strand,
I have travelled the highways of many's the land,
But in all your great cities, no street have I seen,
Like the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

I can see myself now as a gossoon of four,
How I climbed to look over the creaking half-door,
And watched the sun shine on the valley so green,
And the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

I remember myself whenever it rained
With my little snub nose flattened up on the pane
Sadly watching the rain as it made little streams
On the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

So I grew older and so it went on:
I remember them well now - those days that are gone,
How I'd walk hand in hand with some pretty colleen
On the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

And when I grew older and started to roam,
It's little I thought that I'd miss my old home,
Miss the old folks, the chapel, the pub on the green,
And the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

And so I returned there expecting to find
The well beloved scenes that still ran in my mind
Forgetting the years that had passed since I'd been
On the road by the river that runs through Raheen.

For rows of new houses now stand on the green
And a factory's there where my cottage had been.
The river's still there, but no trace can be seen,
Of a road by the river that runs through Raheen.

Everything changes, and we change as well
And I'm sure that you too if the truth you would tell,
Wander back to some well beloved spot in your dreams,
Like the road by the river that runs through Raheen.