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
