Print This Page#02461 Print This Page
My ship lies in the harbour, the full moon shining o'er,
A salty breeze blows in the bay, I hear the combers roar;
Tomorrow I am bound away, far from this land so poor,
To start a new life far away from my misty morning shore.
To leave my dear old mother will break her heart for sure,
Likewise my agèd father I'll never see no more;
But to leave my dear old Ireland it grieves me ten times o'er,
Tomorrow I must sail away from my misty morning shore.
Fare the well, dear Ireland, it's westward I must go,
But when I reach Amerikay, there's one thing that I know:
That when the full moon is rising up in the east once more,
I know it's also shining on my misty morning shore.
It's been five years, dear Mother, since first I sailed away,
I heard a famine took its toll the new arrivals say;
But in this land of plenty I'll live forevermore,
My heart's crossed the ocean on my misty morning shore.
It's been nine years, dear Mother, I've taken me a wife,
I've built a home for me and her down by the waterside;
She's given me a daughter, sweet Erin is her name,
I named her for my country and claimed her for its fame.
But I long for you, dear Ireland, I will until I die,
But when my life is over, it's here that I must lie;
Down here by the ocean where my family can watch o'er,
The full moon shining down on me and my misty morning shore.
Arranged and recorded by the Irish Descendants (Misty Morning Shore, trk#18, 1991, produced by Gary O'Driscoll and recorded at First City Studios, St. John's, NL).
See more songs by the Irish Descendants.
From the American Meteorological Society Glossary:
Comber — a large wave that rolls over or breaks on a beach, reef, etc.
