| lyric | The palm trees wave on high along the fertile shore
Adieu the Hills off Kerry I ne’er 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 sweet Tralee.
No more the sun will shine on that blessed harvest mom
Or hear our reaper singing in a golden field of com
There’s a balm for every woe and a cure for every pain,
But the happiness of my darling girl I will never see again. |