A stor mo chroi when you're far away
From the home that you'll soon be leaving
Its many a time by night and by day
That your heart will be sorely grieving
For the stranger's land may be bright and fair
And rich in its treasures golden
You'll pine I know for the long, long ago
And the love that is never olden

A stor mo chroi in the stranger's land
There is plenty of wealth and wailing
Whilst gems adorn the great and the grand
There are faces with the hunger paling
When the road is dreary and hard to thread
And the lights of their cities blind you
Won't you turn a stor to your own shore
And the love that always surrounds you

A stor mo chroi when the evening sun
Over mountain and meadow is falling
Won't you turn away from the throng and list
And maybe you'll hear it calling
The sound of a voice deep inside
Forever simply being
*A roon mo roon won't you turn back soon
To the One Who always loves you

* a roon mo roon; actually spelt as " run " with an accent on the u; means, " my love, my love "