In the winter sunshine kicking up
My heels
You know I need a little warmth
At this time of year
To lay aside all the legal wrangles.
My signature turns from blue
To yellow
The rainbow gives its pot of gold
I'm a student of life crossing
The old school quadrangle.
The fiddler plays a happy tune
The bar is full of good cheer
The landlord a hearty fellow
Never too old for a dance
My first little Christmas at Salt Hill
Stopping with you if you will
in our Galway town romance.
A star in the window
A candle in my heart
Together with you in Ireland
Losing my formal, oh so serious
frown.
That's a great part of gold at the end of that rainbow… Guinness Stout, no doubt.
I believe those Irish pubs are one of the best places to go when it's cold, dark and dreary out. A place where you can buy a little bit listen to the Great fiddling and dance and sing along with the fellow patrons…
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I believe those Irish pubs are one of the best places to go when it's cold, dark and dreary out. A place where you can buy a little bit listen to the Great fiddling and dance and sing along with the fellow patrons…
That is, until a donnybrook erupts over nothing.
Ron