ERIN IS CALLING
(William Jerome / Milton Ager,   1916)


Can't you hear poor Erin sadly calling you? 
Erin, alone, calls to her own 
And her grief I'm sharin,' you must share it too: 
Erin is calling you.

Fair Killarney's waters ebb and flow along 
Fed by her tears all these long years 
Erin's sons and daughters must right every wrong.
Erin, sweet land of song.

Shannon flowing; 
Erin's tears have kept the shamrock growing.
You can hear a tear in every breeze that is blowing, 
Erin is calling you.