| Lyrics: | The palm trees wave on high all along the fertile shore
Adieu, the Hills of Kerry, I never
will see no more
Oh, why did I leave my home, oh why did I cross the sea?
And leave
the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee
The noble and the brave have departed
from our shore
They´ve gone off to a foreign land where the wild canyons roar
No more
they´ll see the shamrock, the plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing around my
sweet Tralee
No more the sun will shine on that blessed harvest morn
Or hear
our reaper singing in a golden field of corn
There´s a band for every woe and a cure for
every pain
But the happyness of my darling girl I never will see again |
