ERIN GRÁ MO CHROI
as sung by Colm O'Donnell

At the parting of the sun
When my daily work was done
I rambled down the seashore far awa'
And I being all alone, I sat down upon a stone
For to gaze on the scenes of New York.

O then Erin Grá Mo Chroi
You're the only land for me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the bright star of the west
You're the land St. Patrick blessed
You're the dear little isle so far away.

It broke my mother's heart
The day that I did part
Will I ever see my dear folks any more
Not until my bones are laid
In this cold and silent grave
In the dear little isle so far away.

On a cold, cold winter's night
With the turf fire burnin' bright
And the snow flakes falling on a winter's day
When St. Patrick's day it comes
And the shamrocks will be worn
In the dear little isle so far away.
O then Erin Grá Mo Chroi
You're the only land for me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the bright star of the west
You're the land St. Patrick blessed
You're the dear little isle so far away.

Alice