Celtic Women
Carrickfergus
I wish I was in CarrickfergusOnly for nights in BallygrandI would swim over the deepest oceanThe deepest ocean for my love to findBut the sea is wide and I cannot swim overNeither have I wings to flyIf I could find me a handsome boatsmanTo ferry me over to my love and dieMy childhood days bring back sad reflectionsOf happy times spent so long agoMy childhood friends and my own relationsHave all passed on now like melting snowBut I'll spend my days in endless roamingSoft is the grass, my bed is freeAh, to be back now in CarrickfergusOn that long road down to the seaI'll spend my days in endless roamingSoft is the grass, my bed is freeBut I am sick now, and my days are numberedCome all you young men and lay me down
From Letras Mania