作词 : Traditional
A  stor  mo  chroi  when  you're  far  away
From  the  home  that  you  will  soon  be  leaving
It's  many  time  by  night  and  by  day
That  your  heart  will  be  sorely  grieving
For  the  stranger's  land  may  be  bright  and  fair
And  rich  in  its  treasures  golden
But  you'll  pine  I  know  for  a  long  ago
And  the  one  that  is  never  olden
A  stor  mo  chroi  in  the  stranger's  land
There  is  plenty  of  wealth  and  wailing
Where  gems  adorn  the  great  and  the  grand
There  are  the  faces  with  hunger  paling
The  road  is  drily  and  hard  to  tread
And  the  lights  of  the  cities  blind  you
Won't  you  turn  a  stor  to  Erin's  shore
And  one  love  that  you  left  behind  you
A  stor  mo  chroi  when  the  evening  sun
Over  mountain  and  meadow  is  falling
Won't  you  turn  away  from  the  thronged  district
And  maybe  you  will  hear  me  calling
For  the  sound  of  a  voice  that  you  surely  miss
For  Somebody  speedily  returning
A  run  a  run  won't  you  come  back  soon
To  the  one  that  will  always  love  you