On Shannon bank I wandered one day,
Where the violet waters run.
There the yellow petal of primrose did lay
'Neath the warmth of the morning sun.
Golden light, gentle rain, falling from above
With a beauty beyond compare.
Sweeter than the violin, the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair.
'Twas there he spied a fair young maid
Like a rose in its richest bloom.
And her raven hair with blossom arrayed
Filled the air with a sweet perfume.
Silver steam, summer song, calling from above
With a beauty beyond compare.
Sweeter than the violin the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair
This jewel bright this flower fair,
She consented to be his bride
Ten years have past still none compare
To her loveliness by his side.
Golden light, gentle rain, falling from above
With a beauty beyond compare.
Sweeter than the violin, the language of love
In the heart of my true love fair.