Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doolin, artist - Paddy Goes to Holyhead. Album song Acoustic Nights, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 30.05.2004
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
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 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′ on Éireann′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 and Chips in the night near an old bridge |
| Reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs |
| There are 4 who share 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 the color |
| Small-talking barkeepers shouting out loud: |
| «Weather will improve day by day!» |
| Time is up at half past eleven |
| 8 P. for the bus from hell to heaven |
| It′s 10 years ago I made up my way |
| So — please take me back to the bay |
| Where |