Martin Byrne

WITH A TEAR IN MY EYE I WILL SAY MY LAST GOODBYE

FOR I’M GOING WHERE THE GRASS IT IS GREENER

OUT OF TOWN HOMEWARD BOUND I AM LEAVING TODAY

TO THE LAND THAT I FOREVER DREAM OF

IRELAND MY IRELAND I’M COMING HOME

THO’ I ROAMED SURE MY HEART NEVER LEFT HER

O’ER THE DARK ROLLING SEA SHE IS CALLING TO ME

OH I’M COMING BACK HOME TO IRELAND

WHEN I FIRST LEFT MY HOME AND I WAS INCLINED TO ROAM

AS A BOY SURE MY AGE WAS JUST TWENTY

WITH MY HEAD FULL OF DREAMS FULL OF HOPES FULL OF SCHEMES

TO A LAND THAT WAS SO FULL OF PLENTY

WELL I FOUND ME A JOB AND I TRIED TO SETTLE DOWN

BUT MY HEART FOR MY HOME WAS EVER YEARNING

AND MY DREAMS WANDERED FORTH TO THE LAND OF MY BIRTH

AND THE DAY THAT I WOULD BE RETURNING

MARTIN BYRNE