"Blackwater Banks" lyrics - PAUL HEATON

It wasn't the ferry to Dublin
Arrival at last on your shore
It wasn't the shamrock awaiting
On each pint of Guinness you pour

It was Oonagh and Ann in Kilkenny
It was Seamus and Patrick in Cork
It was Callum in Limerick, Aoefe in Galway
And the folk of this island for sure
And the folk of this island for sure

Oh Ireland, oh Ireland
No wonder my roots
Were never in briefcases
Never in suits
Of New York or London
Or Paris no thanks
But down by the Blackwater Banks

It wasn't the pride of East Belfast
With its red, white and blue to the floor
It wasn't the calls from Divis to Falls
Of 'no, nay, never, no more'

It was Barry and James up in Derry
As we finally headed back east
And reluctantly boarded our ferry
Each time you felt closer to peace
Each time you felt closer to peace

I've pedalled from Larne down to Wexford
Via Roscommon, Galway and Clare
And Tipperary's so far
'Cause every damn bar
Is pulling and diverting you there
It was Tully's in Kinvara
Murphy's in Thomastown
In Cahir the old Punter's Rest
In Ireland you mention you're leaving
And the likelihood seems to get less

Down by the LIffey
Down by the Shannon
Down by the Blackwater Banks