The[G] palm trees[D7] wave on [G]high all a[C]long the[D7] fertile[G] shore
A[C]dieu, the [G]Hills of Kerry, I [A7]never
will[C] see no[D7] more
Oh,[G] why did I [C]leave my[G] home, oh [C]why did I [D7]cross the [G]sea?
And [Em]leave the
[G]small birds singing [C]a[G]round you [D]sweet Tra[G]lee
The noble and the brave have departed from our shore
They?ve gone off to a foreign land where the wild canyons roar
No
more they?ll see the shamrock, the plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing around my sweet Tralee
No more the sun will shine on that blessed harvest morn
Or hear our reaper singing in a golden field of corn
There?s
a band for every woe and a cure for every pain
But the happyness of my darling girl I never will see again
