Erin Beo کے بول

The cold Atlantic swells That gathered up a storm A silent prayer to call Her exiled children home A western wind that wailed Through ancient stone and rain The holy ground laid barren In a stranger's name Oh, sullen night, oh, let them stay Erin Beo, mo thir go deo Your heart was broken to see them go But still your prayers, your faith held strong A song that carried on the western shores They heard your voice, a voice of hope The poet's pen laid dry The beauty left untold A mother with a child Left crying by the road The harvest that had failed The earth could give no more The wretched who survived wait At the poorhouse door Oh, sullen night, oh, let us pray Erin Beo, mo thir go deo Your heart was broken to see them go But still your prayers, your faith held strong A song that carried on the western shores They heard your voice, a voice of hope They heard your voice, a voice of hope