[D]Contentment of mind is not found in a [G]city
So me mind is in[C]clined[G] for to ramble and[D] dream
To a place
where my [G]heart,,[D] has [G]found greater fortune
In a brief winter[C] skir[G]mish me mind will see [D]summer once more
Cho.
And [D]there's where the small birds sing high on the[G] mountain
That furze dressed[C] mount[G]ain, that valley or
[D]hill
There's where the[G] wild [D]eagle,,[G] knows its own freedom,,[D]
And [G]fishermen's [C]boats [G]make their
way to [D]Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees there collecting their honey
The sight of the sea birds protecting their young
The scent
of the wild flowers, the spray of the ocean
It's nature's own beauty we're watching the world go round
Cho.
The fishermen's boats there they plough the salt ocean
For mackerel and herring, all the fish of the sea
And though
I have travelled the wild world all over
There's nowhere on earth that is dearer to me
