The Western Wind

Eamon Friel Cop. Con.

The western wind begins to blow
Beyond the broad brow of Mayo
And soon enough it’s filling all
The ups and downs of Donegal
After all this time you treat me like a friend
And I’m happy to be home you western wind

Above the grave on Knocknarea
You seem to sing in sympathy
Your longest note is played upon
A rusty gate near Ballyvaughan
After all this time you treat me like a friend
And I’m happy to be home you western wind

And in the hilly heart of Derry there’s a square
And you storm the city walls to swagger there
Haven’t I heard you roaring in the rain
And I’ve watched you waving gentle in the grain

Your mind’s made up your course is set
Your feet are in the ocean yet
The forests dance beneath your hand
Your long arms reach across the land
After all this time you greet me like a friend
And I’m happy to be home you western wind