For dear old Killarney, tonight I am sighing,
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,
And to each dear scene I once used to know;
To my fair colleen whose heart is the truest,
Who promised me she would wait long ago.
Killarney, Killarney, the place that I love,
With its lakes clear and blue, as the bright sky above,
Where we told love’s sweet story and vowed to be true;
I am sighing tonight for Killarney and you.
In far off Killarney, the bright sun is shining,
And on her green hills the wild flowers grow fair;
For the colleen I left there my poor heart is pining,
Day time and night time I long to be there.
I long to return where the shamrocks are growing,
To stroll ‘mid the clover all heavy with dew.
And scent the sweet fragrance, the south winds are blowing,
Just to whisper again love’s old story to you.
Walsh, J. Brandon and Teasdale, Louise, "For Killarney and You" (1910). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1367.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.