[1] It's been ten years and [4] three since I [1] first went to sea
Since I [4] sailed from old [2maj] Ireland and [5] home
But those [1] hills lush and [4] green were a [1] part of my dream
When I [4] dreamed of my [5] Colleen Ma-[1]-lone

On the day I returned to my sorrow I learned
That the angels had called her away
To a grave on a hill overlooking the mill
That's the place where she's sleeping today

As the [5] soft breezes blow through the [4] meadow I [1] go
Past the [4] mill with the [1] moss-covered [5] stones
Up the pathway I climb through the [4] woods and the [1] vines
To [4] be with my [5] Colleen Ma-[1]-lone

She was faithful each day as I sailed far away
There was no one but me that she loved
And I remember those eyes, soft and blue as the skies
And her heart was as pure as a dove

All the years of my life I will not take a wife
I will live in this valley alone
Planting flowers around in this soft, gentle ground
That is holding my Colleen Malone