Album: other songs

Doolin

Doolin



Halfpints of Smithwick´s and boys from Dungannon

Stones from the Burren and wise men of Aran

Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers

A glen of a broken heart


A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher

Singing songs of Pete John for a musical preacher

9 Germans beating their pour brandnew bodhráns

No chance for a Gaelic harp


Cheap Fish and Chips in the night near an old bridge

Reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs

There are 4 who share the room in the "Rainbow"

Time is not ticking away


Beautiful sights down the high Cliffs Of Moher

Green grow the rashes and black is the color

Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud:

"Weather will improve day by day!"


Time is up at half past eleven, 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven

It´s 10 years ago I made up my way, so - please take me back to the bay



The grasses still grow and the waters flow

And the winds of the west they do roar

The wild whippin´ rain and the ragin´ main

Are knockin´ on Éireann´s green shore

The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs

There´s magic and peace in the air

Take me away to Doolin Bay

To the pride of the sweet County Clare