Danny Doyle

The Hills of Kerry.
Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, And why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee
The noble and the brave, have departed from your shore
They´ve gone, they've gone to fight the wars where the mighty cannons roar
Will they ever again return, to see old Ireland free
And hear the small birds singing, around you sweet Tralee
Will I ever see the shamrock, that sprig so fine and grand
Or hear the curlew flying high o'er lonely Banna Strand
As I stand on this foreign shore, and think on what might be
Will I ever more return again, to see you sweet Tralee
No more I'll see the sunbeams, on that precious harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a field of golden corn
There´s a end to every woe and a cure for every pain
But the laughing eye's of my darling girl I never will see again
Oh the palm trees wave on high all along that fertile shore
Adieu, you Hills of Kerry, I never will see you more
Oh, why did I leave my home, and why did I cross the sea?
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee
And leave the small birds singing around you sweet Tralee