I remember country lanes and smiling faces,
And County Galway's special to my mind.
The Irish that I meet in foreign places,
Carry whispers from a land long left behind.
Down each highway one more city greets me;
In each whisper always one more dream;
The lady at the counter singing sweetly,
Of her country that her child has never seen.

She might be singing "Danny Boy" or "Galway Races",
Or "If we only had old Ireland over here",
But deep inside she tenderly retraces,
Childhood joys that remain through absent years.
In her heart are fondest recollections
Of heather bogs and fields of Irish green,
And her mind is focused on reflections;
Lovely Ireland she so longs to see again.

The treasured songs of Ireland set me straying,
I'm walking verdant lanes along the sea:
The music in the background softly playing;
Treasured moments for an immigrant like me.
It's not that I don't like Australia;
It's home to countless thousands of my kind;
Just the joy remembering happy places,
And whispers from a land I left behind.

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