très belle ballade, hommage à ce pays si envoutant qu'est l'Irlande <br /><br />Walking all the day <br />With tall towers where falcons build their nests <br />Silver wings they fly <br />They know the call for freedom in their breasts <br />Saw Black Head against the sky <br />With twisted rocks that run down to the sea <br /><br />Living on your western shore <br />Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more <br />I stood by your Atlantic Sea <br /><br />And sang a song for Ireland <br /><br />Talking all the day <br />With true friends who try to make you stay <br />Telling jokes and news <br />Singing songs to pass the night away <br />Watched the galway salmon run <br />Like silver dancing, darting in the sun <br /><br />Living on your western shore <br />Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more <br />I stood by your Atlantic Sea <br /><br />And sang a song for Ireland <br /><br />Drinking all the day <br />In old pubs where fiddlers love to play <br />Someone touched the bow <br />He played a reel that seems so grand and gay <br />I stood on dingle beach and cast <br />In wild foam we found Atlantic bass <br /><br />Living on your western shore <br />Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more <br />I stood by your Atlantic Sea <br /><br />And sang a song for Ireland <br /><br />Dreaming in the night <br />I saw a land where no-man had to fight <br />Waking in your dawn <br />I saw you crying in the morning light <br />Lying where the falcons fly <br />They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky <br /><br />Living on your western shore <br />Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more <br />I stood by your Atlantic Sea <br /><br />And I sang a song for Ireland
