Lyrics
Time is up at half past eleven, it s 10 years ago i made up my way Goes, to the pride of the sweet county clare
no chance for a gaelic harp
the grasses still grow and the waters flow
reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs
Take me away to doolin bay, time is not ticking away
time is not ticking away
no chance for a gaelic harp
beautiful sights down the high cliffs of moher
Are knockin on ireann s green shore, no chance for a gaelic harp
And the winds of the west they do roar, are knockin on ireann s green shore Goes, so please take me back to the bay
Singing songs of pete john for a musical preacher, reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs
Cheap fish and chips in the night near an old bridge, so please take me back to the bay
The grasses still grow and the waters flow, the cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs
Green grow the rashes and black is the color, it s 10 years ago i made up my way
it s 10 years ago i made up my way
Cheap fish and chips in the night near an old bridge, a glen of a broken heart
it s 10 years ago i made up my way
So please take me back to the bay, so please take me back to the bay, green grow the rashes and black is the color
A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher, the grasses still grow and the waters flow
Halfpints of smithwick s and boys from dungannon, 9 germans beating their pour brandnew bodhr ns
Halfpints of smithwick s and boys from dungannon, no chance for a gaelic harp Holyhead, to the pride of the sweet county clare
cheap fish and chips in the night near an old bridge
Are knockin on ireann s green shore, beautiful sights down the high cliffs of moher
To the pride of the sweet county clare, the wild whippin rain and the ragin main Goes, halfpints of smithwick s and boys from dungannon
The cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs, there are 4 who share the room in the rainbow
There s magic and peace in the air, there are 4 who share the room in the rainbow
time is not ticking away
the grasses still grow and the waters flow
there s magic and peace in the air
time is up at half past eleven
Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers, the wild whippin rain and the ragin main to, take me away to doolin bay
It s 10 years ago i made up my way, no chance for a gaelic harp
9 germans beating their pour brandnew bodhr ns, weather will improve day by day, for the bus from hell to heaven
It s 10 years ago i made up my way, weather will improve day by day
the cry of the seagulls rang over the cliffs
Are knockin on ireann s green shore, reels on a friday and days without slip-jigs Goes, there are 4 who share the room in the rainbow
take me away to doolin bay
9 germans beating their pour brandnew bodhr ns
a glen of a broken heart
there are 4 who share the room in the rainbow
A red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher, are knockin on ireann s green shore Paddy, time is up at half past eleven
There are 4 who share the room in the rainbow, weather will improve day by day
Typical chimneys and chairs for the pipers, are knockin on ireann s green shore, a red-haired tinker and a one-legged teacher
A glen of a broken heart, green grow the rashes and black is the color
For the bus from hell to heaven, stones from the burren and wise men of aran