St. Patrick's day lilt

It was on the fair banks of the lowland greens
When first I did see you as if in a dream
The hem of your dress it danced in the wind
and the song you were singing was gary owen

So come with the wind in your hair so enchanting
Come sweet and softly with your timid feet dancing
With a melody flowing like a stream from your tongue
For I have been captured by the dreams you have sung

And when in the winter I left in the snow
Your tender warmth lingered where're I did go
but now that it's springtime in Ireland again
My eyes they are a'straining for the banks of my Dublin