Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal

Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me;
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home,
And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

At one time our hearts were so intertwined that they seemed to beat as one.....now the lonely reminder of you shrouds it in sorrow