d
C
d
Oh I wish I was in England,
F G
C
in France or even in Spain,
B
F
C d
or wherever dwells my own true love,
F C
d
for to hold her once again.
B
F
C d
or wherever dwells my own true love,
F C
d
for to hold her once again.
Oh long time I've been roaming,
in country and in town.
But never in my wandering met
a maid with such renown.
Until I met my true love
on the slopes of Knocknashee,
her brown hair in the howling wind
a-blowing wild and free.
Oh my true love she did promise
me
some land with rambling kine.
And on her ample pasture land
to build a mansion fine.
Oh and then my true love left
me
and she wandered far away.
And I've been searching for my love
for many's the night and day.
Oh I wish that I was in England
or wherever she may be.
That I could go and call her name
and together we would be.
(Instrumental 3x)