Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build
their nests
Siver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in
their breasts
Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run
down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, 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 silver dancing darting
in the sun
Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for
more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland
Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to
play
Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so
fine and gay
Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found
Atlantic Bass
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for
more
I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland
Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to
fight
Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light
Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you
e'er blue sky
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for
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