Listen now boys, my grandmother said
I'll tell you a story then off to bed.
Once was a time, we lived of the land,
Harvest would come, and we all lent a hand. (x2)
Winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds.
Changing the landscape, from flowers to weeds.
See in the graveyard the families gone.
The grandest of tombstones carry them on...
When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland. (x2)
We tended the fire, and fairies appeased
The flame never died until we had to leave.
When we were gone, the house tumbled down
Covered our footprints, we'd left on the ground.
When you sail from the Harbour,
It's your last eyes of Ireland. (x2)
My eyes are now tired and no longer see.
But visions of Ireland linger in me.
So carry your past in the rooms of your heart
and you'll never be empty of love when you part.
And you sail from the Harbour,
Your last eyes of Ireland. (x2)