[Submitted
by NeneCarrera@web.de]
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,
all 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 goes 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.
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