Found at Abbeyfeale On Line:

COME HOME TO ABBEYFEALE
Sean McCarthy

The golden corn is high my love, where wild winds whisper free.
But I must take the lonely road that leads down to the sea.
You sleep upon the towering Hill, where twilight shadows steal,
And hear the wild wind whispering; "Come home to Abbeyfeale."

The New York lights are shining love. Her streets are cold and gray.
A man must leave the dying hours, to greet the new born day.
My memory roams wild and free, as I await an alien dawn.
Of Mary B who walked with me to greet the summer morn.

Is the harvest moon still shining bright upon The Feale's gold stream?
Do stars o'er Meenahaela light up the meadows green?
Do maidens glide the riverside and dance the four-hand reel?
And do lovers stray Dromtrasna way, near my town of Abbeyfeale?

Do you remember Mary B when cold-eyed strangers came?
They came down from the bleeding hills to play their murdering game.
But side by side, with burning pride, we faced their alien steel.
And we raised the flag of freedom high, o'er my town of Abbeyfeale.

Where are they now, that gallant band that fought with awesome skill?
Brave Larry Ellen Harnett, Bomber Foley from The Hill.
Jimmy Joy and Jimeen Collins, I can but name a few.
They made their stand, that freedom grand might hail the morning dew.

Oh, I remember, Mary B, the times when hope ran high.
We walked the lanes with twisted names, the love light in our eye.
To marry in the winter time. The church bell's lovely peal.
And now you lie, 'neath a lonely sky, near my town of Abbeyfeale.

The New York dawn is here my love. Her streets are cold and gray.
My feet are on this city street, but my dreams are far away.
Soon I'll fly the starlit sky, and when twilight shadows steal,
Then you'll walk with me in my memory, near my town of Abbeyfeale.