I was dreaming last night of old Ireland A place where I once had a home Not in Dublin, Killarney, or Derry But a village in County Tyrone I can still see the stream flowing down Cairen Glen On a hill just beside it, there are still ferry men I often saw them, but far from my home Sure they're part of the splendour In County Tyrone ♪ Though Ireland has many fair counties But an exile still dreams of his home Not in Dublin, Killarney, or Derry But a village in County Tyrone I can still see the cross on a hill that I've mourned With a little green moss winding 'round pass the door An old ruin castle stands out on its own Sure there's castles galore in County Tyrone Yes, I'm dreaming of Ireland and County Tyrone