Oh the winter it has passed
And the summer's here with last
The small birds are singing in the trees
Their little hearts are glad
Mine is very sad
For my true love is far away from me


The rose upon the briar
And the water running clear
Then the enchantment
To the linnet and the bee
Their little hearts are blessed
Oh but mine can know no rest
For my true love is far away from me


Oh it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
Because it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
A livery I will wear and I'll comb back my hair
(Yes, he will, Yes, he will)
And in velvet shades of green I will appear
Oh this I want to take for my own true lover's sake
Oh it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
Because it's there, I'll find tidings of my dear

All you who are in love
(yeah, that's me)
But cannot it remove
(that's me too)
I pity the pain (yeah) that you endure
(you gotta experience)
For experience lets me know (ohh)
That your hearts are full of woe (Hearts are full of woe aw)
(I've got this pain)
And the pain no mortal can endure

Oh it's straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare huh
Because it's there I'll find tidings of my dear
(nobody said)
And this tree I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare
I've got to go, I've got to find tidings of my dear