Lyrics Fiddler's Green

Fiddler's Green

Irish Air

In Irish Air You Smell The sea

The Taste Of Turf And Tasty Tea

The Scent Of Stout Will Ever Be

A Part Of Ireland's Heart.

A Blacksmith Down From Dingle Bay

He Lived His Live A Special Way

He Lost His Wive And House I'd See

But Still The Best Is Left

A Carpenter From Inishee

Discovered His Ability

To Live From Love And Air, You See

And Quit His Boring Job

A Businessman From Waterford

Sat On His Ship Completely Bored

Till Someone Throw Him Overboard

He Shivered In The Cold

...But He Was Well!

...Got Strong Like Hell!

...He Found His Way!

...Swam All The Day!

In Irish Air You Smell The sea

The Taste Of Turf And Tasty Tea

The Scent Of Stout Will Ever Be

A Part Of Ireland's Heart. Cause

In This Air

The Clouds Glow Red In The Sky Ahead And

Everywhere

You'll Find A Place To Start

A Fisherman From Killybegs

A Grumpy Man, He Always Nagged

Till He Turned Out To Be A Wag

And Loughed His Life Away

A Teacher From The Eastern Hills

He Smoked Like Hell, Took Lots Of pills

Till He Discovered The Real Thrills

He Bummed Around And Bawled

In Irish Air You Smell The sea

The Taste Of Turf And Tasty Tea

The Scent Of Stout Will Ever Be

A Part Of Ireland's Heart. Cause

In This Air

The Clouds Glow Red In The Sky Ahead And

Everywhere

You'll Find A Place To Start

A Lawyer From The Western Coast

He Was A Lousy Party Host

But Then He Stopped With All His Boast

And Changed Into Mate

A Baker Boy From Donegal

A Weedy Guy, Extremely Small

Ate Soda Bread Till He Was Tall

And Grew Right To The Sky

An Engineer From Galway Town

Was Fat And Clearly Upside Down

He Went Around Wearing A Gown

He Didn't Give A Damn

...He Loved His Dress!

...Felt Happiness!

...He Danced Around!

...And Lost Eight Pounds!

In Irish Air You Smell The sea

The Taste Of Turf And Tasty Tea

The Scent Of Stout Will Ever Be

A Part Of Ireland's Heart. Cause

In This Air

The Clouds Glow Red In The Sky Ahead And

Everywhere

You'll Find A Place To Start