When your heart's breaking up and your crying.
While breathing a cold foreign air.
And just when your home is so
far far away.
A little dreaming and you can be there.
You can dream of your home in old Ireland,
In Roscommon or Longford, Westmeath.
Of the Shannon and Galway, the
wild cliffs of Moher,
And the Blue Wash is citting beneath.
You can stand in The Vale Of Avoca,
Or in any a Phantoms Night Rem.
Was so strong and so sweet in the memory of
Ireland,
Where the dreaming can be a journey's end.
When your heart's breaking up and your crying.
While breathing a cold foreign air.
And just when your home
is so far far away.
A little dreaming and you can be there.
You can wander through Wexford or Sligo
Or through Gort Innismore, Knock Kildare.
Oh so strong and so
sweet is the memory of Ireland,
A little dreaming and you can be there.
