There's a legend that I've heard about in Ireland They tell me that it's called the calling home Some folk think it's just imagination But I have heard the calling on my own It's the story of a force within the spirit of those who immigrated years ago To dwell within the hearts of their descendants And bless them with the yearning there to go Have you ever felt the calling calling you home to Ireland, the emerald of the sea To the green glens of Antrim Or tawny Gold Shore[?] Or the girl who might be waiting in Tralee Do you ever feel the longing to be in County Down Have you heard the Midlands calling from Athlone To Killarney or where'er it be in that fair Irish land It's the calling that's calling you home It's passed the test of timeless generations Oh how I wish I could have known the man Who left those fields of green in 1820 And never found his way back home again But he has left the calling here within me Soon I will set my feet on Erin's shore And in my heart he'll walk along beside me On the pathway to a dear old cottage door Have you ever felt the calling calling you home to Ireland, the emerald of the sea To the green glens of Antrim Or tawny Gold Shore Or the girl who might be waiting in Tralee Do you ever feel the longing to be in County Down Have you heard the Midlands calling from Athlone To Killarney or where'er it be in that fair Irish land It's the calling that's calling you home It's the calling that's calling back home