Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
There’s an old winding road taking me to the mountains
And down to the sea far below
From the bloom on the bush comes the sound of the Thrush
Through the woodlands I left long ago
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So keep those wheels a turning
Tell the folks I’m coming home to stay
Where I played as a child
With my heart free and wild
Down the loch shores near Carlingford Bay
I would sweep with my hur (sic) through the green growing meadows
And dance till the dawn of the day
I would stand on the deck of a staunch fishing Smack
While the girls wave good bye from the Quay
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What fools men can be when a strange land is calling
And oh how it makes young men blind
For the years slipped away as I toiled night and day
For a fortune I never did find
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