As I walk the road from Killeshandra weary I sit down For it's twelve long miles around the lake to get to Cavan Town Though Oughter and the road I go once seemed beyond compare Now I curse the time it takes to reach my Cavan girl so fair
The autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-coat leaf around me seems the colours of her hair My gaze retreats defies my feet and once again I sigh For the broken pool of sky reminds me, the colour of her eyes
At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning, there she can be found And she seems to have the eye of every boy in Cavan Town If my luck will hold I'll have the golden summer of her smile And to break the hearts of Cavan men she'll walk with me awhile
So next Sunday evening finds me homeward - Killeshandra bound - To work the week till I return and court in Cavan Town When asked if she would be my bride, at least she'd not say no So next Sunday morning 'rouse myself and back to her I'll goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
