Wednesday, August 11, 2004

A stóir mo chroi, when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving
'Tis many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving
Though the stranger's land may be bright and fair
And rich in her treasures golden
You'll pine, I know, for the long ago
And the love that is never olden

A stóir mo chroi, in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Whilst gems adorn the great and the grand
There are faces with hunger paling
The road may be weary and hard to tread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Oh return, a stór, to Erin's shore
And the loved ones you've left behind you

A stóir mo chroi, when the evening mist
Over mountain and meadow is falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of a voice that is sorely missed
For somebody's speedy returning
A rún, a rún, won't you come back soon
To the one that will always love you

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heard an acapella version of this song today....knocked me out...made me cry.

probably because it's a homesick song...and I am more homesick then ever...

problem is, I have no fucking clue in the slightest where home is...

RB

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