The Banks of My Own Lovely Lee Daniel O'Donnell

How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight
To the home of my childhood away
To the days when each patriot's vision seem'd bright
Ere I dreamed that those joys should decay

When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree
Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

Where I sported and play'd 'neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

And then in the springtime of laughterr and song
Can I ever forget the sweet hours?
With the friends of my youth as we rambled along
'Mongst the green mossy banks and wild flowers

Then too, when the evening sun's sinking to rest
Sheds its golden light over the sea
The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

The maid with her lover the wild daisies pressed
On the banks of my own lovely Lee...