Island Of Sorrows - Andy M. Stewart

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps

While around her sweet lovers are sighing

But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps

For her heart with his cold grave is lying

She sings the wild songs of her own native home

Every note which he so loved awaking

Ah but little they think who delight in her tones

How the heart of this young girl is breaking

Though he lived for his love it’s for his country he died

They were all that to life had entwined him

The tears of his country may never be dried

Nor long will his love stay behind him

So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest

And think on a glorious tomorrow

May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the West

From her own lovely Island of Sorrows