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(Christy Moore) |
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Oh well I wish that I was in England, in France or even in Spain
Wherever dwells my own true love just to hold her near again
Wherever dwells my own true love just to hold her near again
Long time I have been roaming in country and in town
But never in my wandering met a girl of such renown
Never in my wandering met a girl of such renown
Oh until I met my true love on the slopes of Knocknashee
Her long hair in the howling wind all a-blowing wild and free
Her long hair in the howling wind all a-blowing wild and free
Oh my true love she did promise me some land with rambling kine
On her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine
On her ample pasture land to build a mansion fine
Oh but then my love she left me and she wandered far away
And I've been searching for my love for long and many's the day
I've been searching for my love for long and many's the day
So I wish that I was in England or wherever she might be
That I could go and call her name and have her close to me
I could go and call her name and have her close by me
Oh I wish that I was in England, in France or even in Spain
Wherever dwells my own true love just to hold her near again
Wherever dwells my own true love just to hold her near again |
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Christy says that he got the idea for this song from "a little book" when he was in Tulla, County Clare. Where he spent many a nice evening with, among others, the legendary fiddler Paddy Canny. |
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