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.
Now autumn shades are on the leaves, the trees will soon be bare Each red-gold leaf around me seems the colour of her hair My gaze retreats to find my feet and once again I sigh For the broken pools of sky remind 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 talk to me a while
So 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 wife, at least she'd not said no So next Sunday morning, rouse myself and back to her I'll go.
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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
