Song for Ireland

Walking all the days

By tall towers where falcons build their nests

Silver-winged they fly

They know the call of freedom in their breasts

Saw Black Head against the sky

With twisted rocks that run down to the sea

Living on your western shore

Saw summer sunsets, asked for more

Stood by your Atlantic Sea

And sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the days

With true friends who try to make you stay

Telling jokes and news

And singing songs to pass the time away

Watched the Galway salmon run

Like silver, darting, dancing in the sun

Living on your western shore

Saw summer sunsets, asked for more

Stood by your Atlantic Sea

And sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the days

In old pubs where fiddlers love to play

Someone touched the bow

He played a reel which seemed so grand and gay

Stood on Dingle's beach and cast

In wild foam we found Atlantic bass

Living on your western shore

Saw summer sunsets, asked for more

Stood by your Atlantic Sea

And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night

I saw a land where no one had to fight

But waking in your dawn

I saw you crying in the morning light

Lying where the falcons fly

They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky

Living on your western shore

Saw summer sunsets, asked for more

Stood by your Atlantic Sea

And sang a song for Ireland