by Gilbert Parker (1862 - 1932)

An Irish Folk‑Song
Language: English 
You'll wander far and wide, dear, 
but you'll come back again;
You'll come back to your father 
and your mother in the glen.
Although we may be lyin' 
'neath the heather grasses then,
You'll be comin' back my darlin'!

You'll hear the wild birds singing 
beneath a brighter sky;
The roof tree of your house, dear, 
it will be broad and high;
But you'll hunger for the hearth-stone, 
where, a child, you used to lie,
You'll be comin' back my darlin'!


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Researcher for this text: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-05-15
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Word count: 81