Testo 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 for a Gaelic harp 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? onÉireann?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 Cheap Fish & Chips on the night near an old bridge Reels on a Friday and days without slip-jigs There are 4 who 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 color Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud: Wheather will improve day by day 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? onÉireann?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 Time is up at half past eleven 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven it?s ten yearsago I made up my way so, please take my back to the bay