Among The Wicklow Hills

Among The Wicklow Hills - Hugo Duncan

I've just recieved a letter

From my home in Ireland

The scrible so fimaliar

Was my mothers feeble hand

A house that rang with music

And of laughter now is still

Dear daddy is so lonely now

Among the Wicklow hills

As I gaze across the mountain

I relive that moments joy

The same old Wicklow mountain

Where you ramble as a boy

You're photo as a child that pictures

By my bedside still

Each night I pray

That you'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills

Do you remember long ago

When in summer you would stroll

Down where the crystal mountain streem

The Slaney waters flow

You recall a young companion

Who talks about you still

Each night I pray

That you'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills

As I gaze across the mountain

I relive that moments joy

The same old Wicklow mountain

Where you ramble as a boy

You're photo as a child that pictures

By my bedside still

Each night I pray that

You'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills

Each night I pray that

You'll come back home

Among the Wicklow hills