Oh Sweet Kinsale

I dreamed of your harbour
as the bells chimed on the boats
As I glided on by
like a disenchanted ghost

I went past my own
footsteps of times past
And saw many memories
imprinted and a apart

Oh sweet Kinsale
how I miss you so
You have half my spirit
all of my soul

And as I pass the Spaniard
and the Tap
Ripped away from the dream
I regularly have

I need to return
even for a few days
As I count down the time
when I will return to stay