How I missed you all the years,
how I loved you for decads.
Being once my only home.
And every time,
when my foot touched Eire´s earth,
I felt that I m where I belonged.

How I adore the green land.
The mountains and the seashore,
how I missed the evening talk
and singing at the open fireside!

Meeting people at the street
for a chat or coming along
for a cup of tea.
Your wild waves,
when the see is roufly
screeming for her victims.
The soft rain on my face
and a sun which never burns,
and the smell of frech cut turf.

In my memory you are a paradise
to which I will never come back.