歌手:Cara Dillon
专辑:《Wanderer》


Oh, I know a wee spot
'tis a place of great fame
And it lies to the North
now I'll tell you it's name
It's my own native birthplace
and it's on Irish soil
And they call it lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle

Now, I courted a young man
and his age was nineteen
He was the fairest young man
that ever you've seen
He was tall he was handsome
and his hair black as coal
And he came from lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle

But now cruel misfortune
drove me from my own home
'Twas my fate in deep sorrow
for to sail o'er the foam
And now from dark strangers
in grief I recoil
And I pine for lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle

I was fearing another
had a place in his heart
And that from me my darling
forever would part
That no more he would brighten
with his sweet sunny smile
My dear home in lovely Derry
on the banks of Foyle

But a wee bird came flying
from over the sea
And he brought me a letter
from my true love to see
Saying 'Come home, my darling
to your own native soil
And we'll wed in lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle'

Now when I make a fortune
then it's home I will go
To the dear land of my childhood
to the sweetheart I know
And we'll live in a mansion
and no more will we toil
Far away from lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle
Far away from lovely Derry
on the banks of the Foyle