The Quiet Land of Erin

By myself I’d be in Ard Ti Cuan
Where the mountain stands away
And it’s I would let the Sundays go In the cuckoo’s glen above the bay
Chorus:
Agus ach, ach Eireann 'lig is oh Eire lonn dubh is oh Ah the quiet land of Eireann
Ah 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 my by Chorus:
I would ravel back the twisted years
In the bitter wasted winds
If the God above would let me lie
In a quiet place above the whins
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