Like many an Irish exile, 1 long for times that's been.
To meet familiar people,
to see places where I've been,
To stand upon Knockfierna, to view the landscape there.
Kneel once more in reverence
in St. Kieran's Church so fair.

To stroll once more the old mass path, through Ballymacmore,
At Dowdalls Court to rest awhile,
to view the Shannon Shore,
To kneel once more at Fionachs Well, for neighbours buried there
No more to say the Aves,
in St. Kieran's Church so fair

Ballyfolin plain to see again, Gortfada and commons too
To play once more in the old school yard
with the old friends I once knew
By hedge rows neat in my bare feet, to the cross at Kilmacow
Where all neighbours used to meet,
how 1 long to meet them now.

This Church has been for worship, for two hundred years or more
1 hope the folks who prayed therein,
have reached the golden shore
In St. Peter's book, if you take a look, all their names are there
The Lord will pay a tribute,
to St. Kieran's Church so fair.