She Is Far From The Land - John Mccormack

作曲：Moore/Traditional

she is far from the land

where her young hero sleeps

and lovers are round her sighing

but coldly she turns

from their gaze and weeps

for her heart in his grave is lying

she sings the wild song

of her dear native plains

every note which he loved awaking

ah little they think

who delight in her strains

how the heart of the minstrel

is breaking

he had lived for his love

for his country he died

they were all that to life had entwined him

nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried

nor long will his love stay behind him

oh make her a grave where the sunbeams rest

when they promise a glorious morrow

they'll shine o'er her sleep

like a smile from the west

from her own loved island of sorrow