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| A stór mo chroí, when you’re far away |
| From the home that you’ll soon be leaving |
| Oh, it’s many a time by night and by day |
| That your heart will be sorely grieving |
| For the stranger’s land may be bright and fair |
| And rich in its treasures golden |
| You’ll pine, I know, for the long ago |
| And the love that you'll soon be leaving |
| A stór mo chroí, in the stranger’s land |
| There is plenty of wealth and wailing |
| While gems adorn the great and the grand |
| There are faces with hunger paling |
| Oh, the road may be weary, and hard to tread |
| And the lights of their cities blind you |
| Oh, turn, a stór, to Éireann’s shore |
| And the one who will always love you. |
A Stór Mo Chroí
Written by Brian O'Higgins
As recorded by Solas on WoodSongs Episode 407