Last[G] night I had a[C] pleasant dream I[G] woke up [D7]with a[G] smile
I[G] dreamed that I was[C] back again in[Am] dear old Eirn's[D7] isle
I[G] thought I saw Lough [C]Allen's banks in the[Am] vallys down be[D7]low
It [G]was my lovely[C] Leitrim where the[G] Shannon [D7]waters[G] flow
I felt enchanted by the scene of grandeur and delight
So I strolled on to Carrig Town before the dark of night
I passed Sheepmore that fairy hill where flowers fine do grow
And I saw the grave of Finn McColl where the Shannon waters flow
I next did visit Fenagh Town with her ancient abbey walls
Where the teaching of the holy monks once echoed through her halls
I stood with reverence on the spot reluctant for to go
From the town of saints and sages where the Shannon waters flow
My eyes are dimmed and wet with tears I must be dreaming still
I thought I saw those hero's that died on Selton Hill
But the fog is lifting from the scene and I am forced to go
And leave the land so fair and grand where the Shannon waters flow
In all the lands that I have been throught the east and west
In all the lands that I have seen I love my own the best
And if ever I return again the first place I will go
Will be to lovely Leitrim where the Shannon waters flow
