I awoke one Irish night
and listened to the stream.`
I lay awake one Irish night,
still troubled by a dream.
I left home one Irish night:
the sky was full of jewels,
the moon and stars were shining bright
and silvering
the ruins.
Chase a star,
hunt moonbeams:
my Irish night was full of London dreams.
My mother never looked at stars,
I'm far too busy now.
And if my father looked at stars
he only saw the
plough.
Somewhere surely one bright star
by right belongs to me.
One Irish night I saw my star
shine across the
sea.
Chase a star,
hunt moonbeams:
my Irish night was full of London dreams.
