Galway & Mayo
(leo moran) 2:55

Hardly anyone had a tele' - it was a different kind of world
Heaven was a game of football, before I ever kissed a girl
We used to go out driving, travel near and far
Nearly every Sunday in my Father's oul' ford car

Chorus
And he'd be pointing out the landmarks, everywhere we'd go,
Through the twisting, turning, winding roads Of Galway and Mayo

Mother in the front seat, Children in the back
We'd be imagining Indians in the Fields waiting to attack.
And we'd be asking are we nearly there? Wearing clothes that came
In a parcel from America, The two of us the same.

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
There's a stillness in the summer Air, sheep dog lying in the sun
Three young girls with butterfly nets break into a run…..

Now the time flies by like always I've got my own boys right now
Like cowboys in the oul' K-30, we go and drive around
The land was let go lately still I take them out that way
and show them where we cut the turf and where we saved the hay.

Now I'll be pointing out the landmarks.. (Repeat Chorus 2Xs)


Back to CD Page