My Lagan Love Lyrics

Oh 'tis I would be in Árd Tí Cuain
Where the mountains stands away
And 'tis I would let the Sunday go
In a cuckoo's glen above the bay

(after each verse):
Agus, och och Éire lig is o
Éire leanndubh agus o
Ah, the quiet land of Érin
Oh my heart is weary all alone

And it sends a lonely cry
To the land that sings beyond my dreams
And the lonely Sundays pass me by

I would travel back the twisted years
Through the bitter wasted wind
If the God above would let me lie
In a quiet place above the wind