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