How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around?

Where will the frail birds fly
If their homes on high
Have been torn down to the ground?

Lift the wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you, when I think of you
A Stóirín, a Grá

How can a tree stand tall
If the rain won't fall
To wash its branches down?

How can a heart survive
Can it stay alive
If its love's denied for long?

Lift the wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you, when I think of you
A Stóirín
And I'm with you as I dream of you
A Stóirín
And a song will bring you near to me
A Stóirín, a Grá