My America

Come, brothers, come, sisters, come, feeble, old and grey

For the famine, it has broken, so we're bound for america

For it is the land of plenty, where in gold the streets are paved

Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again

Come, brothers, come, sisters, come, feeble, old and grey

For the famine, it has broken, so we're bound for america

For it is the land of plenty, where in gold the streets are paved

Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again

Oh, my America

The land of dreams so far away

The emerald isles they shine so bright no more

I’ll send a kiss across the ocean

And you're just a dream away

For dreams become reality in my America

Farewell the groves of Ireland, cross the ocean to my call

For the winter skies grow colder like the summer to my fall

So blow the winds of fortune, be still you raging waves

Till the hearth is green in Carrig down, I’ll no return again

Oh, my America

The land of dreams so far away

The emerald isles they shine so bright no more

I’ll send a kiss across the ocean

And you're just a dream away

For dreams become reality in my America

Oh, my America

The land of dreams so far away

The emerald isles they shine so bright no more

I’ll send a kiss across the ocean

And you're just a dream away

For dreams become reality in my America

Till the hearth is green in Carrig down

I’ll no return again