Ballinderrie - Nana Mouskouri

Oh !

please come back

To Ballinderie

You have my heart

Oh!

don’t you see

You left me here

And here I’ll be sitting

Under the ivy tree

Oh, oh, oh, all are gone

Oh, oh, oh all are gone

It’s pretty here

In Ballinderie

The summer’s come

The trees are green

How pretty is was

And pretty it is

Is not as sweet

As your sweet kiss

Oh, oh, oh, all are gone

Oh, oh, oh, all are gone