OH, THE GREEN AND RED OF MAYO
I CAN SEE IT STILL
ITS SOFT
AND CRAGGY BOG LANDS
ITS TALL MAJESTIC HILLS
WHERE THE OCEAN
KISSES IRELAND
AND THE WAVES
CARESS ITS SHORE
OH, THE FEELING
IT CAME OVER ME
TO STAY FOREVER MORE
FOREVER MORE
FROM ITS ROLLING
COASTAL WATERS
I CAN SEE
CROAGH PATRICK'S PEAK
WHERE ONE SUNDAY
EVERY SUMMER
THE PILGRIMS CLIMB THE REEK
WHERE SAINT PATRICK
IN HIS SOLITUDE
LOOKED DOWN ACROSS CLEW BAY
AND WITH THE
RINGING OF HIS BELL
CALLED THE FAITHFUL
THERE TO PRAY
THERE TO PRAY
OH, TAKE ME TO CLARE ISLAND
THE HOME OF NE MHAOL
ITS WATERS HARBOUR FISHES
FROM THE HERRING
TO THE WHALE
AND NOW I MUST DEPART IT
AND REALITY IS PLAIN
MAY THE TIME
NOT PASS SO SLOWLY
'FORE I SET SAIL AGAIN
SET SAIL AGAIN
OH, THE GREEN
AND RED OF MAYO
I CAN SEE IT STILL
ITS SOFT
AND CRAGGY BOG LANDS
ITS TALL MAJESTIC HILLS
WHERE THE OCEAN
KISSES IRELAND
AND THE WAVES
CARESS ITS SHORE
OH, THE FEELING
IT CAME OVER ME
TO STAY FOREVER MORE
FOREVER MORE
STAY FOREVER MORE
OH, THE GREEN
AND RED OF MAYO...
OH, THE GREEN
AND RED OF MAYO...
OH, THE GREEN
AND RED OF MAYO...
OH, THE GREEN
AND RED OF MAYO...