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I wish I was in Carrickfergus |
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Only for nights in Ballygrand, |
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I would swim over the deepest ocean, |
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The deepest ocean for my love to find. |
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But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over |
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Nor do I have wings to fly |
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If I could find me a handsome boatman |
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To ferry me over to my love and die. |
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My childhood days bring back sad reflections |
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Of happy times spent long ago. |
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My childhood friends and my own relations. |
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Have all passed on now, like melting snow. |
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But I'll spend my days in endless roaming |
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Soft is the grass and my bed is free. |
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But to be back now in Carrickfergus, |
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On that long road down to the sea. |
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But I'll spend my days in endless roaming |
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Soft is the grass and my bed is free. |
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But to be back now in Carrickfergus, |
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On that long road down to the sea. |
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On that long road down to the sea. |
