How can the small flowers grow If the wild winds blow And the cold snow is all around? Where will the frail birds fly If their homes on high Have been torn down to the ground? Lift the wings That carry me away from here and Fill the sail That breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you A Stóirín, a Grá How can a tree stand tall If the rain won't fall To wash its branches down? How can a heart survive Can it stay alive If its love's denied for long? Lift the wings That carry me away from here and Fill the sail That breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you, when I think of you A Stóirín And I'm with you as I dream of you A Stóirín And a song will bring you near to me A Stóirín, a Grá