Oh that I could hear the birds again In the fields of Ardmorn Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe And the rain falling softly down Oh that I could see the bracken red In the hills of Ardmorn Where the moss green in between And the mist silent all around Oh that I could scent the breeze again In the fields newly turned Where the storm clouds high above And the gulls circling all around Oh that I could hear the birds again In the fields of Ardmorn Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe And the rain falling softly down