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