I walk all alone, I stand by myself by the side of green Erin’s shore,
I hold out my hand, but my love, you’re not there,
I sing, but it’s lost on the air
And all I need now is the taste of that dream that one day we shall
meet here again.
My love, when you’re here, do you know how we’ll dance by the side of
green Erin’s shore,
We will waltz palm to palm, and I’ll spin you around,
Like the stars in their endless romance,
And until that day comes, I shall sup on that dream that one day we
shall meet here again.
And then I ran out of ideas. Perhaps if I’d spent more time hopelessly
in love, I’d have more ideas.
For an “official” version, check out “Shamrock Shore” by the Horslips
on YouTube. The lyrics for that are pretty good, and it’s a very good
incarnation of the melody “Erin Shore” has in its own right.
I can’t believe that I’ve danced to this waltz every single time it’s
been played in these last couple years, except when I had to miss
Jammix because my mother broke her leg, and I’m still not sick of it.
I think it must be because the melody is very old, and for any song to
survive as long as this nameless melody has, it has to be quite