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Walking all the day
Near 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
Where twisted rocks they run to the sea
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I 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 while the time away
Watched the Galway salmon run
Like silver darting, dancing in the sun
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Saw one touch the bow
He played a reel that seemed 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 summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no-one had to fight
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light
Sleeping? where the falcons fly
They twist and turn all in your air blue sky
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
The Corrs
A Song For Ireland
A Song For Ireland
Walking all the day
Near 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
Where twisted rocks they run to the sea
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I 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 while the time away
Watched the Galway salmon run
Like silver darting, dancing in the sun
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Saw one touch the bow
He played a reel that seemed 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 summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no-one had to fight
Waking in your dawn,
I saw you crying in the morning light
Sleeping? where the falcons fly
They twist and turn all in your air blue sky
When living on your Western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland.
