As I leave my love to cross the seanI curse the hate inside of menIt burns like the fever I left behindnand I cannot drive it from my mindnnI would gladly die for her emerald smilenfor one more kiss or one more milenwe’d walk thru fields once called our ownnnow stained with blood they sit alonennI saw her gazing across the seanand it lit a fire inside of menher skin as soft as the harvest rainnrooted me to my home againnnYet ‘47 came and stayednand the rents still must be paidnwe married under our family skynkissed her gaunt cheeks with tears in my eyennher beauty soon relentednas the hunger took its tollnEngland killed what she couldnand the rest he stolennSo lament for me as I make my waynand pray that I return somedaynwith my family name left in good handsnand soft rain falling on my landnnShe still comes to me so young and purenand lay’s me down until I’m surenthat the love I left across the seanwill always live inside of me