Hills of Brefny
Blue
Shining in the sun
Scenes that I knew so long ago
When in my boyhood
Barefoot I would run
Through the fields and the woodlands
I would go
Down by the river,
there's an old swimming hole
Where we laughed and played
the summer days away
And home in the evening,
with the sun sinking low
In the blue hills of Brefny, far away
Far away, far away
Blue hills of Brefny, far away
Old memories burning,
soon I'll be returning
To my blue hills of Brefny, far away
Old Thatch Cottage,
standing by the stream
Winter nights of story and of song
And the sound of the fiddle
that my father used to play
And the music echoed as
we sang along
Neighbours would gather
round the altar fire
And they talked about
the heroes of the day
Life was all for living in the days
when we were young
In the blue hills of Brefny, far away
Far away, far away
Blue hills of Brefny, far away
Old memories burning,
soon I'll be returning
To my blue hills of Brefny, far away
I had a sweetheart,
she was young and fair
And she cared not that I had no
wealth or fame
We'd go walking hand in hand
along the leafy lane
To the old oak tree
where once I carved her name
There we made our promises
that we would never part
And our love would last forever and a day
But I went a -roving
and left my love behind
In the blue hills of Brefny far away
Far away, far away,
Blue hills of Brefly, far away.
Old memories burning,
Soon I'll be returning
To my blue hills of Brefly, far away.
To my blue hills of Brefly,
far away. you