Lovely Leitrim

Lyrics

Last night I had a pleasant dream, I woke up with a smile
I dreamed that I was back again in dear old Eirn’s isle
I thought I saw Lough Allen’s banks in the valleys down below
It was my lovely Leitrim where the Shannon waters flow

I felt enchanted by the scene of grandeur and delight
I strolled on to Carrig Town before the dark of night
I passed Sheemore, that fairy hill where flowers fine do grow
And I saw the grave of Finn McColl where the Shannon waters flow

I next did visit Fenagh Town with her ancient abbey walls
Where the teaching of the holy monks once echoed through her halls
I stood with reverence on the spot, reluctant for to go
From the town of saints and sages where the Shannon waters flow

My eyes are dimmed and wet with tears, I must be dreaming still
I thought I saw those hero’s that died on Selton Hill
But the fog is lifting from the scene and I am forced to go
And leave the land so fair and grand where the Shannon waters flow

In all the lands that I have been through the east and west
In all the lands that I have seen, I love my own the best
And if ever I return again the first place I will go
Will be to lovely Leitrim where the Shannon waters flow


Notes

Lyrics by Leitrim emigrant Philip Fitzpatrick who became a patrolman with the New York City police department and who died in the line of duty on 26 May 1947.Pilip Fitzpatrick | New York Cityent



County

Leitrim

Song Themes

Nostalgia

Songwriter