IntroVerseI Must Away Now, And Make My Way HomeThough The Path Is Winding, And The Stars Are Hidden-OhOver The Drumlins, From Belfast To ComberWith The Lights Of The City, Behind Me I WonderInterludeVerseOver Stream And Hedgerow, Thick Gorse And Ploughed LandWell The Rain Gently Falling, Is No Trouble To Me ManAs I’m Of The River, And I’m Of The SeaAnd The Water Falling, It Is Flowing Through MeInterludeVerseThey Cut Up The Old Land, To Keep ‘Em Under The Cold HandAnd Keep The Oil Flowing, Right Up To Our WaistbandsSo There’s Only One Queen, That I Would Kneel ForThe Gray Barked Maple, The Noble SycamoreOutro
