The Green and Red of Mayo
Oh the green and red of Mayo, I can see it still. It's soft and craggy bog lands, its tall majestic hills. Where the ocean kisses Ireland and the waves caress its shore. And the feeling it came over me, to stay forever more, forever more.
Take me to Clare island, the home of Granuaile. Its water’s harbor fishes, from the herring to the whale. And now I must depart it, and reality is plain, May the time not pass so slowly, til I set sail again, set sail again.