And dreams of a child
Your melody lingers
Through a winter too wild
The gulls rise and fly around here
And the cliffs look so grey
Blackbird echos
A tune you might play
Boys oh boys
I'm glad to meet you
In Doolin you might sing
Out over the limestone
Those sweet words still ring
People in Germany
They remember your name
Some people at home still
See your face in the rain
Hands of a farmer
And dreams of a child
Your peace lingers
Through a winter too wild
Hands of a farmer And dreams of a child Your melody lingers Through a winter too wild The gulls rise and fly around here And the cliffs look so grey Blackbird echos A tune you might play Boys oh boys I'm glad to meet you In Doolin you might sing Out over the limestone Those sweet words still ring People in Germany They remember your name Some people at home still See your face in the rain Hands of a farmer And dreams of a child Your peace lingers Through a winter too wild Explain Request ×
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