By The Far Away Town

In the wooded hill by the far away town
The nesting birds sing as the sun is going down
And bluebells in bloom on the ditch of the bohreen
And everywhere looking so lush and so green
In this Southern Land the young migrant will not stay
His true love waits for him in the town far away
He feels homesick and lovesick he'll be back home in May
When the hawthorns are wearing their blooms white to gray
The lust of the wander has drawn him far south
Of the home of the gray crow, badger and brown trout
But than the lust of the wander the lure of nostalgia and love is more strong
And he will return to where he belong
And the brown haired blue eyed beauty the love of his life
In a few months from now will become his young wife.