There’s an old winding road taking me to the mountains
And down to the sea far below
From the bloom on the bush comes the sound of the thrush
Through the woodlands I left long ago.
So keep those wheels a-turning.
Tell the folks I’m coming home to stay
Where I played as a child with my heart free and wild
Down the lough shores near Carlingford Bay
I would sweep with my hurl through the green growing meadows
And dance till the dawn of the day.
I would stand on the deck of a staunch fishing smack
While the girls wave goodbye from the Quay
What fools men can be when a strange land is calling
And oh, how it makes young men blind
For the years slipped away as I toiled night and day
For a fortune I never did find
Written by Paddy McGuigan
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