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Intro

How can the small flowers grow,

If the wild winds blow,

And the cold snow is all around?

And where will the frail birds fly,

If their homes on high,

Have been torn down to the ground?

Lift the wings,

And carry me away from here and,

Fill the sail,

That breaks the line to home.

But when I'm miles and miles away from you,

I'm beside you, when I think of you,

a Stóirín, a Ghrà.

How can a tree stand tall,

If a rain won't fall,

To wash its branches down?

And 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 this song will bring me near to you,

a Stóirín, a Grá.