As I'm sitting all
alone in the gloaming
It might have
been but yesterday
That we watched the
fisher sails all homing
Til the little herring
fleet at anchor lay
Then the fisher girls
with baskets swinging
Came running down
the old stone way
Every lassie to her
sailor lad was singing
A welcome
to Bantry Bay
Then we heard the pipers
sweet note tuning
And all the lassies
turned to hear
As they mingled with
a soft voice crooning
Til the music floated
down the wooden pier
Save you kindly
Colleens all
said the piper
Hands across the
trip while I play
And a tender sound of
song and merry dancing
Stole softly
over Bantry Bay
As I'm sitting alone
in the gloaming
The shadows of the
past draw near
And I see the loving
faces round me
That used to glad
the old brown pier
Some are gone upon
their last homing
Some are left but
they are old and gray
And we're waiting for
the tide in the gloaming
To sail upon the
Great Highway
To the land of rest
unending
All peacefully from
Bantry Bay