Tis of My Rambles

Well since I was just a lad I've had the rovin' on me mind

At sixteen years I bid adieu and wandered far away

From Ballymena town I left ould Ireland far behind

But I knew that I'd return again someday

And I wonder are the green fields

Still as green as they can be?

And I wonder if the singing birds are singing in the trees

And is the air as sweet from the smell of burning peat

And will anyone remember me?

So I tramped the British Isles, then I sailed across the sea

I wondered what me fate would be in North Americay

We landed in Quebec where they fly the Fleur-De-Lis

And from there I rambled down through Boston way

And I wonder are the green fields

Still as green as they can be?

And I wonder if the singing birds are singing in the trees

And is the air as sweet from the smell of burning peat

And will anyone remember me?

Well in 'Frisco next arrived where I fell in love one day

And I swore I'd take her home

And show her 'round the Emerald Isle

But the children came along and the time it slipped away

Though I dreamt of dear ould Ireland all the while

And I wonder are the green fields

Still as green as they can be?

And I wonder if the singing birds are singing in the trees

And is the air as sweet from the smell of burning peat

And will anyone remember me?

And I wonder are the green fields

Still as green as they can be?

And I wonder if the singing birds are singing in the trees

And is the air as sweet from the smell of burning peat

And will anyone remember me?

And now I'm old and grey and me rovin' days are done

Returning to ould Ireland's just a dream across the foam

But me thoughts are still me own and I know where I begun

And fondly do I think back on me home

And I wonder are the green fields

Still as green as they can be?

And I wonder if the singing birds are singing in the trees

And is the air as sweet from the smell of burning peat