A Song for Ireland
With apologies for this St Patrick’s Day interruption to normal service:
Walking all the day, near tall towersWhere falcons build their nestsSilver winged they flyThey know the call of freedom in their breastsSaw Black Head against the skyWhere twisted rocks they run down to the seaLiving on your western shoreSaw summer sunsets, asked for moreI stood by your Atlantic seaAnd sang a song for IrelandDrinking all the day in old pubsWhere fiddlers love to playSomeone touched the bowHe played a reelIt seemed so fine and gayStood on Dingle beachAnd cast in wild foam we found Atlantic bassLiving on your western shoreSaw summer sunsets asked for moreI stood by your Atlantic seaAnd sang a song for IrelandTalking all the day with true friendsWho try to make you stayTelling jokes and newsSinging songs to pass the night awayWatched the Galway salmon runLike silver dancing darting in the sunLiving on your western shoreSaw summer sunsets, asked for moreI stood by your Atlantic seaAnd sang a song for IrelandDreaming in the night I saw a landWhere no man had to fightWaking in your dawnI saw you crying in the morning lightLying where the falcons flyThey twist and turn all in you’er blue skyLiving on your western shore, Saw summer sunsets asked for moreI stood by your Atlantic seaAnd sang a song for Ireland
This content has been updated on March 17, 2026 at 12:30.