LYRICS A storm mo chroi in the stranger’s land There is plenty of wealth and wailing Where gems adorn the great and the grand There are faces with hunger paling
Oh the road it is dreary and hard to tread And the lights of their cities is blinding you Won’t you turn the stor to Erin’s shore
And the one that you left behind you.
A stor mo chroi when the evening mist Over mountain and sea is falling
Oh turn a stor and then you list
And maybe you will hear me calling
For the sound of a voice you will surely miss Somebody speedily returning
A run a run won't you come back soon To the one that will always love you
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