The fire is out, the moon is down, the parting glass is drunk and done, And I must go and leave this town, before the rising of the sun. And when I'm done with wandering, I'll sit beside the road and weep, For all the songs I did not sing, and promises I could not keep. Do shiúil mé thoir is shiúil mé thíar, do chuardaigh mé an domhan iomlán Do casadh orm cairde caoin, spraoi is spórt, ceol is amhráin. And when I'm done with wandering, I'll sit beside the road and weep, For all the songs I did not sing, and promises I could not keep. There are those who cannot bide, but wander ‘til their journey's end, Choose a love to last a life, nor a man to be a friend. And when I'm done with wandering, I'll sit beside the road and weep, For all the songs I did not sing, and promises I could not keep. Ach b’é mo thriall a bheith ar fán, im aonar seal’s an bóthar romham Do lionfhainn’ cáirt is ghlaoinn go hard, sláinte saoil,’s go dté tú slán! And when I'm done with wandering, I'll sit beside the road and weep, For all the songs I did not sing, and promises I could not keep, For all the songs I did not sing, and promises I could not keep.