[Verse]
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 my mind will see summer once more.

[Chorus]
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 its own freedom,
And fishermen's boats make their way by Dingle Bay.

[Verse]
The sound of the bees there collecting their honey,
The sight of the beavers 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.

[Chorus]
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 its own freedom,
And fishermen's boats make their way by Dingle Bay.

[Verse]
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 this wild world all over,
There's nowhere on earth that is dearer to me.

[Chorus]
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 its own freedom,
And fishermen's boats make their way by Dingle Bay.