Danny Doyle The Hills Of Kerry Lyrics

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the war's, where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return To see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee

Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high O'er lowly Banna Strand
As I stand on this foreign shore And think on what might be Will I ever more return again, to see you sweet Tralee

No more I'll see the sunbeams on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s an end to every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl, I never will see again

Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee