There's a young man at the harbor,
And he stares across the sea.
With family all around him
Gripping fears of what might be.
Before he leaves to save his future,
He wipes the tears so she can see.
Finally turns to kiss his mother,
Wait for me.
From the first days of his exile,
He relies on hope and pride.
Finds love in his new country,
Asks his young girl tobe his bride.
And the years fly by quickly,
In this new land of the free.
He grieves alone for his parents,
Wait for me.
Well, his sons, they won the World Wars,
His daughters grew up fine and strong.
His descendants, they were many,
And his days were bright and long.
When they waked him, there was whiskey,
Bells of Ireland, his greenery.
Irish songs of sweet remembrance,
Wait for me.
There's an old man at the airport,
Back across the years so long.
He's kept his grandpa's promise,
His kids still sing the songs.
Before he bids farewell to Ireland,
And flies home across the sea,
He can hear his own heart saying,
“Wait for me”.
Oro! Se do bheatha waille.
(Hail! Welcome home.)
