Lyrics

The small birds were lining the bleak autumn branches Preparing to fly to a far sunny shore When the tinkers made camp at a bend in the river Returning fro

In my memory I will always see The town that I have loved so well Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall And we laughed through the smoke and sme

Chorus: The winds are singing freedom, they sing it everywhere They sing it on the mountain side and in the city square They sing of a new day dawning, whe

There’s a war outside I can hear the distant guns tonight, There’s a war outside And I don’t know whether to run or fight, If I open this door I may be dea

Says my aul’ wan to your aul’ wan “Will ye come to the Waxies dargle?” Says your aul’ wan to my aul’ wan, “Sure I haven’t got a farthing. I’ve just been do

Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire We were closing our factory down Though we didn’t believe and we called him a liar The redundancy letters came r

In Dublin town they sing of a brave Wicklow woman Of her troubles and her times in cruel Kilmainham Jail All the way from Butterfield Lane Anne Devlin was

It was on a sunday Evening The sun shone in the sky As he walked on his way to the Gaelic ground Never thinking he was going to die As he crossed the check

Have you heard about the big strong man? He lived in a caravan. Have you heard about the Jeffrey Johnson fight? Oh, Lord what a hell of a fight. You can ta

You can sing of all your sport’n hero’s like Mr. McGrath and the rest But there’s a horse in the county of Wicklow that’s beaten all of the best The slowes