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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 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 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 |