The Wolfe Tones - Dingle Bay lyrics
[The Wolfe Tones - Dingle Bay lyrics]
Contentment of mind is not found in a city
So me mind is inclined
For to ramble and dream
To a place where my heart
Has found greater fortune
In a brief winter skirmish me mind
Will see summer once more
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees
There collecting their honey
The sight of the seabirds
Protecting their young
The scent of the wild flowers
The spray of the ocean
It's nature's own beauty
We're watching the world go around
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The fishermen's boats there
They plough the salt ocean
For mackerel and herring
All the fish of the sea
And though I have travelled the
Wild world all over
There's nowhere on earth that
Is dearer to me
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
So me mind is inclined
For to ramble and dream
To a place where my heart
Has found greater fortune
In a brief winter skirmish me mind
Will see summer once more
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees
There collecting their honey
The sight of the seabirds
Protecting their young
The scent of the wild flowers
The spray of the ocean
It's nature's own beauty
We're watching the world go around
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay
The fishermen's boats there
They plough the salt ocean
For mackerel and herring
All the fish of the sea
And though I have travelled the
Wild world all over
There's nowhere on earth that
Is dearer to me
And there's where the small birds
Sing high on the mountain
That furze dressed mountain
That valley or hill
There's where the wild eagle
Knows it's own freedom
And fishermen's boats make their
Way by Dingle Bay