Hands Of A Farmer
Hands of a farmer
And dreams of a child
Your melody lingers
Through a winter too wild
The gulls rise and fly around here
And the cliffs look so grey
Blackbird echos
A tune you might play
Boys oh boys
I'm glad to meet you
In Doolin you might sing
Out over the limestone
Those sweet words still ring
People in Germany
They remember your name
Some people at home still
See your face in the rain
Hands of a farmer
And dreams of a child
Your peace lingers
Through a winter too wild