In the East End of London, I met an old man
He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram
"My parents were Irish, they loved that dear land,"
The cockney, he smiled and he shook my old hand

[Chorus]
"My heart is in Ireland; it's there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me"

Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café
A young girl came smiling and to me did say
"Well, my folks are from Ireland; me dad, he hopes one day
When he leaves the mines, sure we'll go back to stay"

[Chorus]
"My heart is in Ireland; it's there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me"

Then I went through the Midlands, through each city and town
I found there were Irish in each place I roamed
And I drank and I sang in a pub they call the Crown
With the Birmingham Irish, we sang songs of home
[Chorus]
"My heart is in Ireland; it's there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folks is calling to me"

Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde
I met with some young lads, said "Celtic's our side
All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green
A country we love, but a place we've not seen"

[Chorus]
"My heart is in Ireland; it's there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folks is calling to me."