BELIEVE ME, SLIGO

On the road that runs from Sligo back to town again,

'Round Knockarea, by Strandhill and the Glen,
In March, when sidelong twilight sets the land aflame,
I used to wander - tell me, where's the blame?

For I could not walk the town for fear my heart would drown,
Half sunk a hundred times by girlish frown;
A stranger there no stranger you will ever see
Than me, who loved all that in Sligo be

Now, half the world between me and the side-lit land,
I bless all those in Sligo's dreaming stands
Of sycamore and whin, likewise the lucky man
Who finds, as I, his heart at the he ? and

I was born to walk the road that runs from there to here
To learn to love and never have to fear,
For when I die I shall have reached the common span
And learned the lesson God has made for Man

Though time has turned my face away from Knockarea
And brought me far from there and better days
So long as I've a mind for loving memory
Believe me, Sligo, I will drink to thee

(recorded by Thom Moore)