Lyrics The Green Fields Round Ferbane - Foster , Allen

I cursed the day I sailed away
From the dear old Isle of Green
On a foreign strand where I now do stand
And the deep sea rolled between
In dreams I fly where I roamed as a boy
And my worldly cares began
My vision shows where the Brosna flows
In the green fields around Ferbane

My heart it sinks when I sit and think
Of the times that are no more
When I used to roam from my way from school
Through the woods of old Kilmore
Where My only quest was the wild bird's nest
In the oak tree's broadly span
Where I spent my hours
In the leafy bowers
In the green fields around Ferbane

And In dreams I see the old ivy tree
'Neath its shade I oft lay down
Ballyhoura Grove, where I oft did rove,
To gaze on the dear old town.
And again I dream of the old mill stream
Where musical waters ran
Were it only real, how happy I'd feel
In the green fields around Ferbane

And on Gallen Green where I oft have been,
For all lovers know it well
Those old trees that creak, if they could speak,
What a wondrous tale they'd tell
Of trusts unkept and the hopes that wept
That made many a lovelorn man
Sail over the seas and leave scenes like these
In the green fields around Ferbane

In that dear old town 'neath its roofs of brown,
I spent many a happy night
When I rambled away with my comrades gay
Till the morning dawned full bright
These pals I see with their smiles of glee
As the years I backward span
There are three or four that I'll see no more
In the green fields around Ferbane

O the lust for gold for it soon grows cold
And the heart grows sad within
Fond memories burn while I ever yearn
For the good times that have been.
I'll turn my face from this awful place
As quickly as I can
I'll sail for home never more to roam
From the green fields around Ferbane

End