Its often I think of returning
To my home in the Emerald Isle
Where peace and contentment abounded
And laughter is heard all the while

To see once again my companions
And there in their midst a gasun
Sharing the joys of my boyhood
Near my home at the foot of Slievebloom

I stroll once again through the heather
I gaze on the fast moving stream
How nature endowed you with beauty
And it's much more beautiful now in my dreams