Last Updated on 11 December 2015 by gerry
Recorded at Shay’s Studio, April 2005
I was walking, early springtime, just before the dawn
Down where the Shannon meets the sea.
Birds of prey were on the shore,
I never saw so many before
Down where the Shannon meets the sea.
Birds of prey!
Hear what I say
Fly away home!
Birds of prey!
From the USA.
Fly away home!
Hey, birds of prey, where are you headed?
Where are you going to?
“We’re going to the desert, we’re just passin’ through.”
Hey, birds of prey, what are you plannin’?
What are you going to do?
“We’re just hunting for some oil, that’s the truth.”
Chorus
Now people are talking, people are walking.
There’s a hundred thousand on the streets of Dublin
Saying, “We don’t want these birds on Irish soil.”
“And we won’t be lied to, we won’t be sold.
These birds have woken our peace-lovin’ soul,
From the Lagan to the Liffey, from the Shannon to the Foyle.”
Chorus
As I lay sleeping, I had a dream, an awful nightmare, it made me scream.
I dreamed those birds of prey were back again.
They were covered in oil from their dirty business.
They were covered in blood for they took no prisoners.
But when I looked in the mirror, I looked just the same.
Chorus
I was walking, early springtime, just before the dawn
Down where the Shannon meets the sea.
Birds of prey were on the shore,
I never saw so many before
Down where the Shannon meets the sea.
Copyright © 2003 Gerry Mulvenna