Dingle Bay by The Wolfe Tones Lyrics
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 me mind will see supper 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
The sound of the bees there collecting their honey
The sight of the seabirds 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
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 the 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
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 me mind will see supper 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
The sound of the bees there collecting their honey
The sight of the seabirds 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
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 the 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