Homesick Cullen Man

The blackbirds sing their songs of joy In the green groves of Lisnaboy And orange breast robin pipes his tune And countless wildflowers are in bloom. In the handball alley boys play ball They palm the ball against the wall I close my eyes my mind can hear Their happy laughter the voice of cheer. In my dreams I see the sun at dawn Light up the green fields of Ahane And hear the freshening Irish breeze Make music in the Cullen trees. And my true love is blooming there With bright blue eyes and nut brown hair In Cullen Village she reside The one I love my future bride. Next year when I've my fortune made I'll quit my job and down my spade Go home to Cullen build a house And make the one I love my spouse. And we will live the happy life Me and my lovely Cullen wife And I shall know no care or woe Near where Araglen waters flow.