Lyrics Liffeyside - Luka Bloom

Liffeyside

The sweet smell of gorse in the summer
The touch of blue mountain so near
The bloodrush of horses at sunrise
The song of the old oak I hear
Your bluebelled woodlands I’ve rambled
I’ve seen swallows preparing to fly
Rested my tired old heartaches
In a cradle below your big sky
And oh the Liffeyside
Noble river, flows so free
No matter where I wander
You are home to me
Sometimes this world makes me weary
I see troubles all over the land
Pollardstown’s long grassy breezes
Remind me where goodness began
The sweet smell of gorse in the summer
The touch of blue mountains so near
The bloodrush of horses at sunrise
The song of the old oak I hear
And oh the liffeyside
Noble river, flows so free
No matter where I wander
You are home to me