Slightly different!

My thoughts today, though I'm far away
Dwell on Tyrconnel's shore
The salt sea air and the colleens fair
Of lovely green Gweedore
There's a flower there, beyond compare
That I'll treasure ever more
That grand colleen, in her gown of green
She's the Rose of Aranmore

I've travelled far 'neath the northern star
Since the day I said goodbye
And seen many maids in the golden glades
Beneath a tropic sky
There's a vision in my reverie
I always will adore
That grand colleen, in her gown of green
She's the Rose of Aranmore

But soon I will return again
To the scenes I loved so well
Where many an Irish lad and lass
Their tales of love do tell
The silvery dunes and the blue lagoons
Along the Rosses shore
And that grand colleen, in her gown of green
She's the Rose of Aranmore

Regards Mick Bracken