My Irish Bonny Lass

You never saw me leave
You never heard the door close behind me
I was too proud to show you my tears
I was seventeen
The postcards were few
I didn't have the words to tell you
I was doing well, but it was hard not having you

Someday you will understand my reason for leaving
Someday you will be seventeen

And a-roving I will go
Through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores
To its southern seas
And one day I'll return
To the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonny lass
Who waits for me

And a-roving I will go
Through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores
To its southern seas
And one day I'll return
To the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonny lass
Who waits for me

I can picture you now as the evening sun comes to praise you
A golden hue of light reflects on your face
How sweet is your smile
I remember it well
Though I'm here on foreign soil
My thoughts are with you

Someday you will understand my reason for leaving
Someday you will be seventeen

And a-roving I will go
Through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores
To its southern seas
And one day I'll return
To the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonny lass
Who waits for me

And a-roving I will go
Through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores
To its southern seas
And one day I'll return
To the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonny lass
Who waits for me

Say you'll wait for me