It’s far away were I was born   A land of green, of grass and corn   The towns so old, the people poor   Afraid of what would come,   Afraid of what would come     The hunger spread 'though corn was there   They shipped it out and did not care   We had no rights we could claim   Despair was everywhere,   Despair everywhere     A land of hope so far away   We dreamt of freedom, better days   The morning came when we did leave   And left behind our families,   And left behind our families     The new world gave us jobs and food   But could not change our dismal mood   We missed our people, Ireland’s green   The river and the valleys,   The river and the valleys     One day my people will be free   No poverty, no need to flee   I’m longing for this day to come   Surviving is the game,   Surviivng is the game     It’s far away were I was born   A land of green, of grass and corn   The towns so old, the people free   The flame is still burning,   The flame is still burning