Green And Red Of Mayo

Oh Oh The green and red of Mayo, I can see it still Its soft and cragy boglands, its tall majestic hills Where the ocean kisses Ireland the waves caress its shores Oh the feelin' that came over me, stay forever more From its costal waters I can see Crogh Patricks Creek, where one Sunday every summer, the pilgrims climb the reek where Saint Patrick in his solitude looked out across Clew bay with the ringin' of his bell called the people there to pray Oh take me to Clare Island the home of Grainne Wales i ts waters have the fishes, from the herring to the whale Now I must depart it