For dear old Killarney tonight I am sighting In fancy I wander far over the sea To the green hills and dells and the Lakes of Killarney Back to the old home where I long to be Back to the land where the skies are the bluest Back to the fields that I once used to know To my own Irish colleen whose heart is the truest Who promised me she would wait long ago In far-off Killarney the bright sun is shining And over the green fields, the wild flowers grow fair For the colleen I left there, my poor heart is breaking Day-time and night-time I long to be there I long to be there where the shamrocks are growing To trip through the clover all heavy with dew And to sniff the sweet fragrance the soft winds are blowing Just to whisper again love's old story to you I'm sighing tonight for Killarney and you.