I long to hold the hand I loved
I long to see the sea
I long to cherish those teardrops
that shed a heart for me
I wish upon a shooting star
I dream a hope to be
Irish whisper won't you whisper
Just a little tune for me

A hundred or so years ago my father's father said
you'll find no other land to love or eat no better bread
though you make walk the streets of gold
And see all that you dream
you'll never hear a better love than whispered tunes of thee

So now I hold the hand I love
I live beside the sea
I cherish all of her teardrops
She shed them all for me
My wish was true from shooting stars
my dream's all have been seen
Her lips I hear when my eyes close an Irish tune for me