ジョニー・ボーイ - Gary Moore

When I hear that wind blow,

all across the Wicklow mountains.

Is it you I hear a calling?

Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When I look to the west,

out across the River Shannon.

I can still see you smiling.

Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When the leaves have turned to brown

and winter’s due.

As I watch the sun go down,

I’ll think of you.

When I hear that wind blow,

all across the Wicklow mountains.

Sure it’s you, I’ll hear a calling.

Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.