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,
Lying 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.