Celtic Thunder Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics

Mountains Of Mourne Lyrics

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight 

With people here workin' by day
and by night 

They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat 

But
there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street 



At least
when I asked them that's what I was told 

So I just took a hand at this
diggin' for gold 

But for all that I found there I might as well be 

In the place where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea. 



There's beautiful girls here, Oh never you mind 

Beautiful shapes
nature never designed 

lovely complexions of roses and cream 

But
let me remark with regard to the same 



That if at that those roses
you venture to sip 

The colours might all come away on your lips 

So
I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me 

In the place where the
dark Mourne sweep down to the sea. 



You remember young Davey Mc
Clarin of course 

Well sure, now, he's round here with the rest of the
force 

I saw him one day as I was crossin’ the strand 

And he
stopped the whole street with a wave of his hand 



And as we stood
talkin’ of days that are gone 

The whole town of London stood there to
look on 

But for all his great powers he's wishful like me 

To be
back where the dark Mourne sweep down to the sea 



But for all his
great powers he's wishful like me 

To be back where the dark Mourne sweep
down to the sea