Tara's on my mind, getting worse as time goes by,
I've got to make the time to see it once before I die,
The slow train has no bar on board, but that won't make me cry,
For thinkin' of you Tara, Lord I'm drunk enough to fly.

CHORUS:
If you were a lass, you'd be my bride
And our love would be a treasure,
Ever would we fly, beneath an Irish sky.
If you were a dream, I'd stay asleep,
And if dreams were made to measure,
I'd be dreaming still, and I'd drink my fill,
Tonight on Tara Hill.

And men have died around you, for Kings and Queens and peers
But they left you as they found you, tho' your talked to them the same
Songs of love and bravery, songs of yesteryear,
But the songs about your beauty are the songs I'd love to hear.