Cliffs of Moher


I’m sitting on the cliffs of Moher
Looking out to sea
The broad Atlantic swells below me
A bridge love between you and me
The puffins cry above the tide
The seagulls glide through the air
Calling you back from New York City
Back home to the County of Clare

Come back, come back sweet Annie
Come back for I will be there
We’ll sing and we’ll play
In the old-fashioned way
On the hillside of sweet County Clare

I’ll hold your hand, we’ll walk through the Burren
With limestone and flowers so rare
The yellows and reds, the gold in their petals
Will match your blue eyes and fair hair
We’ll visit Quinn Abbey and Fein Cill Sula
Where holy ones once knelt in prayer
But how can this be, if you stay away darling
From your home in the county of Clare?

I’m looking across at the great Aran islands
Inis Mean, Inis Mor, Inis Oirr
They’ve nestled there neatly, caressed by the ocean
Surrounded by water so clear
But you have the smoke and the dust of the city
Where people pass by and don’t care
There’s love and there’s welcome as warm as the sunshine
For you in the county of Clare


Lyrics & music by Dermot Kelly

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