"The Quiet Land Of Erin" lyrics

By myself I'd be in Árd Tí Cuain
Where the mountains stands away
And 'tis I would let the Sunday go
In a quiet land above the bay

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

Agus, och och Éire lig is o
Éire leanndubh agus o
Ah, the quiet land of Érin

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

Agus, och och Éire lig is o
Éire leanndubh agus o
Ah, the quiet land of Érin