Galway And Mayo

Hardly anyone had the tele'

It was a different kind of world

Heaven was a game of football

Before I ever kissed the girls

We used to go out driving

We'd travel near and far

Nearly every Sunday in me

Father's oul' ford car

He'd be pointing out the landmarks

Everywhere we'd go, through the

Twistings , turning , winding roads

Of Galway and Mayo

Me mother in the front seat

Children in the back

We'd be imagining Indians in the

Fields waiting to attack

And we'd be asking