Testo Mizen To Malin

Not far from here,
Stands the west pier,
As darkness draws near,
Great lights they appear,

Fisherman lay your belt,
Under the waves,
Fires light themselves, On the coast in dark caves,

Just then the Irish sea spoke,
There's a reason the country is broke,
All your mirrors are filling with smoke,

The gale warning said,
We're hanging on by a thread,
All lights are flashing red,
From Mizen to Malin Head,

Just then the Irish sea spoke,
There's a reason the country is broke,
All your mirrors are filling with smoke,
The seagull it flies,
In-land as it cries,
The waves are doubling in size,
Ireland close your eyes