I've just recieved a letter from my home in Ireland
The scrible so familiar in my mothers feeble hand
A house that rang with music and with laughter now is still
Dear Danny it's so lonely now among the Wicklow hills
As I gaze across the mountain I relive a 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
and 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 by the crystal mountain streams where the Slaney waters flow
Do you recall a young girl there who talks about you still
And each night she prays that you'll
come back home among the Wicklow hills
As I gaze across the mountain I relive a 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
and each night I pray that you'll come back home
Among the Wicklow hills
and each night I pray that you'll come back home
Among the Wicklow hills
