By myself I'd be in Ard Ti Cuan Where the mountain stands away And it's I would let the Sundays go In the cuckoo's glen above the bay Chorus: Agus ach, ach Eireann 'lig is oh Eire lonn dubh is oh Ah the quiet land of Eireann Ah my heart is weary all alone And it sends a lonely cry To the land that sings beyond my dreams And the lonely Sundays pa** my by Chorus: I would ravel back the twisted years In the bitter wasted winds If the God above would let me lie In a quiet place above the whins Chorus: