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ROARING WATER BAY
© John Richards and Dave Jones

Singing "God Bless America" from a barefoot hill,
Rain and tears were her only tune singing the saddest of farewells.
Now she smiles through the soft days, but the hard days still remain,
As she thinks of those who never will return to the Roaring Water Bay.

Thirty years' worth of letters home from New York state,
Photographs from across the world, causes to cheer the lonely heart.
How she wished she could see them all on the streets of Skibbereen,
But she knows the brothers never will return to their Irish home again.

On the bay,
On the Roaring Water Bay,
Born of the blood
And Irish ways.

Singing "God Bless America" the young men came,
Irish hearts with their Yankee words dancing in Dublin in the rain,
Heading south on the West Coast Road as they search to find their names.
It's a long way down from Newark through to Cork
And the Roaring Water Bay.

[Sung by John Richards on the album "Behind the Lines."]