Dingle Bay - The Wolfe Tones

Contentment of mind is not found in a city

So me mind is inclined for to ramble and dream

To a place where my heart has found greater fortune

In a brief winter skirmish me mind will see supper once more

And there’s where the small birds sing high on the mountain

That furze dressed mountain, that valley or hill

There’s where the wild eagle knows its own freedom

And fishermen’s boats make their way by Dingle Bay

The sound of the bees there collecting their honey

The sight of the seabirds protecting their young

The scent of the wild flowers, the spray of the ocean

It’s nature’s own beauty, we’re watching the world go around

And there’s where the small birds sing high on the mountain

That furze dressed mountain, that valley or hill

There’s where the wild eagle knows its own freedom

And fishermen’s boats make their way by Dingle Bay

The fishermen’s boats there, they plough the salt ocean

For mackerel and herring, all the fish of the sea

And though I have travelled the wild world all over

There’s nowhere on earth that is dearer to me

And there’s where the small birds sing high on the mountain

That furze dressed mountain, that valley or hill

There’s where the wild eagle knows its own freedom

And fishermen’s boats make their way by Dingle Bay