Song For Ireland

Walking all the day
Near tall old towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly,
They know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky
While twisted rocks run down to the sea
When living on your western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland


Talking all the day,
With true friends who try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news,
Singing songs to pass the night away,
Watched the galway salmon run,
Like twisted dancing, darting in the sun,
When living on your western shore,
Saw the summer sunsets, I asked form more,
Stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day,
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,
Saw one take the bow,
To play a reel that was so grand and gay,
I stood on Dingle beach and cast,
In the wild foam for the Atlantic bass,
When living on your western shore,
Saw the summer sunset, I asked form more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night,
I saw a land where no-one has to fight,
And waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light,
When lying where the falcons fly,
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,
When living on your western shore,
Saw the summer sunset, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic sea,
And sang a song for Ireland