Colleen Malone


It's been ten years and three since I first went to sea
 Since I sailed from old Ireland and home
 But those hills lush and green were a part of my dreams
 When I dreamed of my Colleen Malone

On the day I returned to my sorrow I learned
 That the angels had called her away
 To a grave on a hill overlooking the mill
 That's the place where she's sleeping today

   As the soft breezes blow through the meadow I go
    Past the mill with the moss covered stone
    Up the pathway I climb through the woods and the vines
    To be with my Colleen Malone

She was faith-ful͜͜ each day as I sailed far away
 There was no one but me that she loved
 I remember those eyes soft and blue as the skies
 And her heart was as pure as a dove

All the years of my life I will not take a wife
I will live in this valley aLone
Planting flowers around in that soft gentle ground
That is holding my Colleen Malone