Full Lyrics
As chimes that flow o’er shining seas,
When morn alights on meads of May,
Faint voices fill the western breeze,
With whisp’ring songs from far away.
Oh, dear the dells of Dunavore,
A home in od’rous Ossory,
But sweet as honey running o’er,
The golden shore of Far Away.
There sings the voice whose wondrous tune
Falls, like a diamond shower above,
That in the radiant dawn of June,
Renew a world of Youth and Love,
Oh, fair the founts of Farranfore
And bright is billowy Ballintrae,
But sweet as honey running o’er,
The golden shore of Far Away.
