A storm of grief when you're far away, from the home you will soon be leaving.
T'is many a time, by night and by day, your heart will be sorely grieving.
The stranger's land may be bright and fair,
and rich in its treasures golden, you'll find, I know, farther long, long ago.
And the love that is never lost,
the love that is never stolen.
A storm of grief in the stranger's land,
there is plenty of wealth and willing,
where gems are done, they're great and grand.
There are faces with hunger paling,
when the road is tiresome and apt to tread.
And the lights of their city's blinding hue,
not tarnished, bright as the sun.





A storm to Ireland's shore
And the one you leave behind you
A storm of grief when the evening's missed
Over mountain and sea is falling
Oh, turn around and then you'll list
And maybe you'll hear me calling
For the sound of the wind

Of a voice that you surely miss
For somebody's speedy returning
Neroon, Neroon
Oh, come back soon
To the one who will always love you