Hinter den sieben Bergen
leider nicht bei den Zwergen,
lernte ich dich kennen und fürchten.
Heimat bist du mir nie gewesen
Angst und Schrecken hab ich erfahren.
So schön deine Landschaft,
so schmerzhaft die Erinnerung!

How I missed you all the years,
how I loved you for decads.
Being once my only home.
And every time,
when my foot touched Eire´s earth,
I felt that I m where I belonged.

How I adore the green land.
The mountains and the seashore,
how I missed the evening talk
and singing at the open fireside!

Meeting people at the street
for a chat or coming along
for a cup of tea.
Your wild waves,
when the see is roufly
screeming for her victims.
The soft rain on my face
and a sun which never burns,
and the smell of frech cut turf.

In my memory you are a paradise
to which I will never come back.