| I have waited long for you to come back home
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| To hear you call my name again
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| In my heart’s deep soul you’ve not changed at all
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| And the years have passed you by
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| Your sweet lips that lingered on my skin
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| I can feel their heat again
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| And your eyes that thrilled with passion’s fire
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| They watch my every whim
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| Some say my love, sweet love was lost
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| While crossing the raging main
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| Or perhaps he has gone with some other girl
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| I might never see his face again
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| But if my Irish love is lost
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| He’s the one I do adore
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| And for seven long years I’ll wait for him
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| On the banks of the Moorlough shore
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| He said farewell to castles grand
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| Farewell to the foggy hills
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| Where the linen waves like bleaching silk
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| And the falling stream runs still
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| Near there we spent our joyful days
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| But alas they are all gone
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| For cruelty has banished him
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| Far away from the Moorlough shore |