Bing Crosby — Where the River Shannon Flows lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Where the River Shannon Flows" by Bing Crosby.
Lyrics
There’s a pretty spot in Ireland
I always claim for my land
a e D G Where the fairies and the blarney will never, never die
It’s the land of the shillalah
My heart goes back there daily
To the girl I left behind me when we kissed and said
goodbye
CHORUS: Where dear old Shannon’s flowing
Where the three-leaved shamrock’s grows
a e D G Where my heart is I am going to my little Irish rose
And the moment that I meet her
With a hug and kiss I’ll greet her
For there’s not a colleen sweeter where the River
Shannon flows
Sure no letter I’ll be mailing
For soon will I be sailing
And I’ll bless the ship that takes me to my dear old
Erin’s shore
There I’ll settle down forever
I’ll leave the old sod never
And I’ll whisper to my sweetheart «Come and take my name Asthore»