I Wish I Was In England - Christy Moore

Oh I wish I was in England, in France or even in Spain

Or wherever dwells my own true love, to hold her near again

Wherever dwells my own true love to hold her near again

Oh long time I had been roaming, in country and in town

But never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown

No never in my wanderings met, a maid with such renown

Until I met my true love on the shores of Knocknashee

Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free

Her brown hair in the howling wind, a-blowing wild and free

Oh my true love she did promise me some land with rambling kine

And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine

And on her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine

But then my love she left me, and she wandered far away

And I’ve been searching for my love for many’s the night and day

Yes I’ve been searching for my love for many’s the night and day

Oh I wish that I was in England, or wherever she may be

That I could go and call my love, and together we would be

That I could go and call my love and together we would be