| lyric | Last night I had a pleasant dream. I woke up with a smile.
I dreamed that I was back again in dear old Erin’s Isle.
I thought I saw Lough Allen’s banks in the valley down below.
It was my lovely Leitrim, where the Shannon waters flow.
I felt enchanted by the scene of grandeur and delight,
So Istrolled on to Carrick town before the dark of night.
I passed Sheemore, that fairy hill, where flowers fine do grow,
AndI saw the grave of Finn MacCool where the Shannon waters flow.
I next did visit Fenagh town, with her ancient Abbey walls,
Where the teaching of the holy monks once echoed thro' her halls.
I stood with reverence on the spot, reluctant for to go,
From the town of Saints and Sages where the Shannon waters flow.
My eyes are dimmed and wet with tears - I must be dreaming still.
I thought Isaw those heroes who died on Selton Hill,
But the fog is lifting from the scene, and I am forced to go,
And leave the land so fair and grand where the Shannon waters flow.
In all the lands that I have been, throughout the East and West,
In all the lands thatI have seen, I love my own the best.
And if ever Ireturn again the first place I will go,
Will be to lovely Leitrim, where the Shannon waters flow. |