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