Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver winged they fly, they know the call for freedom in their breasts,
Saw Black Head against the sky where twisted rocks they run down to the sea,
Living on your western shore, saw summer sun sets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea and I sang a song for Ireland.

Talking all the day, with true friends they try to make you stay,
Telling jokes and news, singing songs to past the night away,
Watch the Galway salmon run, like silver dancing, darting in the sun,
Living on your western shore, saw summer sun sets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea, I 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 that seamed so grand and gay,
Stood on dingle beach and cast, in wild foam for Atlantic bass,
Living on your western shore, saw summer sun sets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea and I sang a song for Ireland.

Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight,
Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light,
Living where the falcons fly, they twist and turn, in your air blue sky,
Living on your western shore, saw summer sun sets, asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea and I sang a song for Ireland.