| Song | Érin Grá Mo Chroí |
| Artist | Dervish |
| Album | Midsummer's Night |
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| 作词 : Traditional | |
| In the evening sun when my daily work was done, | |
| I rambled to the seashore for a walk, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down upon a stone, | |
| For to gaze on the scenes of New York. | |
| Oh then, Érin grá mo chroí, you're the only one for me | |
| You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold | |
| You're the bright star of the west, you're the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You're the dear little isle so far away. | |
| 'Twas on a cold, cold winter's night with the turf fire burning bright, | |
| And the snowflakes fallen on a winter's day, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down on my own | |
| In the dear little isle so far away | |
| Oh then, Érin grá mo chroí, you're the only one for me | |
| You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold | |
| You're the bright star of the west, you're the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You're the dear little isle so far away. | |
| The day that I did part, sure it broke my mother's heart, | |
| Will I ever see my dear folks anymore, | |
| Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave | |
| In the dear little isle so far away. | |
| Oh then, Érin grá mo chroí, you're the only one for me | |
| You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold | |
| You're the bright star of the west, you're the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You're the dear little isle so far away. |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| In the evening sun when my daily work was done, | |
| I rambled to the seashore for a walk, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down upon a stone, | |
| For to gaze on the scenes of New York. | |
| Oh then, É rin gra mo chroi, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. | |
| ' Twas on a cold, cold winter' s night with the turf fire burning bright, | |
| And the snowflakes fallen on a winter' s day, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down on my own | |
| In the dear little isle so far away | |
| Oh then, É rin gra mo chroi, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. | |
| The day that I did part, sure it broke my mother' s heart, | |
| Will I ever see my dear folks anymore, | |
| Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave | |
| In the dear little isle so far away. | |
| Oh then, É rin gra mo chroi, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| In the evening sun when my daily work was done, | |
| I rambled to the seashore for a walk, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down upon a stone, | |
| For to gaze on the scenes of New York. | |
| Oh then, É rin grá mo chroí, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. | |
| ' Twas on a cold, cold winter' s night with the turf fire burning bright, | |
| And the snowflakes fallen on a winter' s day, | |
| And I been all alone I sat down on my own | |
| In the dear little isle so far away | |
| Oh then, É rin grá mo chroí, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. | |
| The day that I did part, sure it broke my mother' s heart, | |
| Will I ever see my dear folks anymore, | |
| Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave | |
| In the dear little isle so far away. | |
| Oh then, É rin grá mo chroí, you' re the only one for me | |
| You' re the fairest that my eyes did e' er behold | |
| You' re the bright star of the west, you' re the land St. Patrick blessed, | |
| You' re the dear little isle so far away. |