Galway and Mayo

Hardly anyone had the tele'

It was a different kind of world

Heaven was a game of football

Before I ever kissed the girls

We used to go out driving

We'd travel near and far

Nearly every Sunday in me

Father's oul' ford car

He'd be pointing out the landmarks

Everywhere we'd go, through the

Twistings , turning , winding roads

Of Galway and Mayo

Me mother in the front seat

Children in the back

We'd be imagining Indians in the

Fields waiting to attack

And we'd be asking " are we nearly there?"

Wearing clothes that came

In a parcel from America,

The two of us the same

He'd be pointing........

There's a stillness in the summer

Air , sheep dog lying in the sun

Three young girls with butterfly nets

Break into a run

Now the time flies by like always

I've got my own boy right now

Like cowboys in the oul' corolla

We go and drive around

The land was let go lately

But I take him out that way

I show him where we cut the turf

And where we saved the hay

And I'll be pointing out

The landmarks .........