The Quiet Land of Erin Lyrics

Oh 'tis I would be in Ard Ti Cuain,
Where the mountains stand away,
And 'tis I would let the Sunday go,
In a cuckoo's glen above the bay.

(after each verse):

Agus, och och Eire lig is o
Eire leanndubh agus o
Ah, the quiet land of Erin .

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.