Lyrics The Quiet Land of Erin - Rita Connolly

By myself I'd be in Ard Ti Cuan
Where the mountains stands away
And it's I would let the Sundays go
In the cuckoo's glen above the bay

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 me by

Agus ach, ach Eireann 'lig is oh
Eire lonn dubh is oh
Ah the quiet land of Eireann

I would travel back the twisted years
In the bitter wasted winds
If the God above would let me lie
In a quiet place above the whins

Agus ach, ach Eireann 'lig is oh
Eire lonn dubh is oh
Ah the quiet land of Eireann

Ah the quiet land of Eireann