Hills of Kerry - Mick Galvin
All the palm trees wave on high
Out along that fertile shores
Adieu you Hills of Kerry
I never will see you more
Oh why did I leave my home
And why did I cross the sea
And leave the small birds singing
Around you sweet Tralee
The noble and the brave
Have departed from our shores
They're gonna to a futher land
Where the mighty cannons roar
Though more than see the shamrock
That plan so deeply
And hear the small birds singing
Around you sweet Tralee
All the palm trees wave on high
Out along that fertile shores
Adieu you Hills of Kerry
I never will see you again
No more the sun with shine
And that beams harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing
In a golden field of corn
There's about for every woe
And a cure for every pain
But the happiness of my darling girl
I never will see again
All the palm trees wave on high
Out along that fertile shores
Adieu you Hills of Kerry
I never will see you again
All the palm trees wave on high
Out along that fertile shores
Adieu you Hills of Kerry
I never will see you again