It’s far away were I was born
A land of green, of grass and corn
The towns so old, the people poor
Afraid of what would come,
Afraid of what would come

The hunger spread 'though corn was there
They shipped it out and did not care
We had no rights we could claim
Despair was everywhere,
Despair everywhere

A land of hope so far away
We dreamt of freedom, better days
The morning came when we did leave
And left behind our families,
And left behind our families

The new world gave us jobs and food
But could not change our dismal mood
We missed our people, Ireland’s green
The river and the valleys,
The river and the valleys

One day my people will be free
No poverty, no need to flee
I’m longing for this day to come
Surviving is the game,
Surviivng is the game

It’s far away were I was born
A land of green, of grass and corn
The towns so old, the people free
The flame is still burning,
The flame is still burning