Luka Bloom - Liffeyside lyrics

The sweet smell of gorse in the summer The touch of blue mountain so near The bloodrush of horses at sunrise The song of the old oak I hear Your bluebelled woodlands I’ve rambled I’ve seen swallows preparing to fly Rested my tired old heartaches In a cradle below your big sky And oh the Liffeyside Noble river, flows so free No matter where I wander You are home to me Sometimes this world makes me weary I see troubles all over the land Pollardstown’s long gra**y breezes Remind me where goodness began sponsored links The sweet smell of gorse in the summer The touch of blue mountains so near The bloodrush of horses at sunrise The song of the old oak I hear And oh the liffeyside Noble river, flows so free No matter where I wander You are home to me