When the blue skies of Éirinn have all turned to grey When the lakes of Killarney have faded away When the gay Kerry pipers have all ceased to play Then you can forget about Ireland When the green hills have gone and no wide Shannon flows And you don't dream at all of a wild Irish rose Well if ever that happens 'twill surely be strange For there's something inside you that never can change While the warm Irish blood still runs free in your veins You'll never forget about Ireland Will I ever forget about Ireland, The dear homeland that I'll always miss They may think me insane When I'm asked to explain For I give answer like this When the blue skies of Éirinn have all turned to grey When the lakes of Killarney have faded away When the gay Kerry pipers have all ceased to play Then you can forget about Ireland When the green hills have gone and no wide Shannon flows And you don't dream at all of a wild Irish rose Well if ever that happens 'twill surely be strange For there's something inside you that never can change While the warm Irish blood still runs free in your veins You'll never forget about Ireland