[Chorus]
The palm trees wave on high
Far beyond that fertile shore
Farewell, you hills of Kerry
I never will see you more
Why did I leave my home?
And why did I cross the sea
And leave the small birds singing
Around you, sweet Tralee

The noble and the brave
Have departed from our shore
They've gone on to a foreign land
Where the wild cannons roar
No more I'll see the Shamrock
That plant so dear to me
Or hear the small birds singing
Around you, sweet Tralee

No more the Sun will shine
On that blessed harvest morn'
Or hear the small birds singing
In a golden field of corn
There's an end to every woe
And a cure for every pain
But the happiness of my darling girl
I never will see again
[Chorus]
Oh, the palm trees wave on high
Far beyond that fertile shore
Farewell, you hills of Kerry
I never will see you more
Why did I leave my home?
And why did I cross the sea
And leave the small birds singing
Around you, sweet Tralee

And leave the small birds singing
Around you, sweet Tralee