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
With twisted rocks, they run down to the sea
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Talking all the day
With true friends who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news
And singing songs to pass the night away
 
Watched the Galway salmon run
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
 
Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Someone touched the bow
He played a reel, it seemed so grand and gay
 
Stood on Dingle Beach and cast
In wild foam we found the Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And 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 in your e'er blue sky
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland
And sang a song for Ireland