Dana - The Far Off Place

I d'Tír na n'Óg, is mé a shúil an trá mór ár buí,
Sa hais mé don stóir, nach raibh éir an grá na chrainn na chroí,
Daithímuid síos agus leabhair sé liom, as thaoir sa rághas go bím,
Is thuair mo rúain, mo ghrá, mo stóir is fuimhainn ar d'Tír na n'Óg,

I watch the clouds drift slowly by,
And dream of the far-off place.
I see each bird fly softly by,
And dream of the far-off place.
I often wonder if God can see
A smile upon my face.
I hope one day I'll go away,
And live in my far-off place.