She is the flower of winter My lovely Celtic bloom She waits for me by Aran's shores For the currach's swift return She smiles away my hardest day My Aran flower so sweet I've loved her since our childhood years Mo chailín deas mo chroí ♪ She is the primrose of the spring My gentle Aran rose She looks for me when I'm at sea With eyes of purest love I feel the brightness from her heart Reach out from Aran's quay As she searches for the currach's bow In the wild Atlantic sea ♪ She is the warmth of summer's morn My island's mystic air With wildflowers pressed close to her breast With hands of loving care I see her walk the clifftops there As the currach beats the foam And she calls to me from high above The seagulls' nesting young She is the autumn's shyness My close of Celtic day She'll wait 'til night falls all alone Just to greet me from the sea I lift the currach from the waves I rest it on the stones But she comes to help my aching back Then she takes me to her home ♪ She is my gentle Aran girl As pure as sweet primrose As fair as any summer's day She's as wild as winter's snow She has the freshness of the spring She's got autumn on her hair With eyes of Aran like the sea She's my gentle Aran girl ♪ With eyes of Aran like the sea My gentle Aran girl