Wind-burned land
Stony heaths
Around the lakes, it's all for the living
A bit of hell, it's Connemara
Black clouds, come from the north
Color the earth, the lakes, the rivers
That's the scenery in Connemara

Next spring, the Irish sky was at peace
Maureen dove naked into a lake in Connemara
Sean Kelly told himself "I'm Catholic", Maureen as well
The granite church in Limerick, Maureen said "yes"
From Tipperary, Barry-Connelly and from Galway
They all arrived in County Connemara
You had the Connors, the O'Connollys, the Flahertys from the Ring of Kerry
And plenty to drink for three days and two nights

Over there, in Connemara
We know the full price of silence
Over there, in Connemara
They say that life is but foolishness
And that foolishness must be danced to

Wind-burned land
Stony heaths
Around the lakes, it's all for the living
A bit of hell, it's Connemara
Black clouds, come from the north
Color the earth, the lakes, the rivers
That's the scenery in Connemara

There, they still live in the days of Gaels and Cromwell
To the rhythm of the rain and of the sun
Along the trot of horse's hooves
There, they still believe in lake monsters
That you see swimming on certain summer nights
And dive back down forevermore
You can still see
Men from elsewhere here to seek
A rest for their soul and their heart, a better taste
They still believe in it
That the day will come, it's so near
When the irish will make peace around the cross

Over there, in Connemara
We knw the full price of war
Over there, in Connemara
We don't accept
The Welshman's peace
Nor that of the English kings

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