Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus
Only for nights in Ballygrand
I would swim over
The deepest ocean
The deepest ocean
For my love to find
But the sea is wide
And i cannot swim over
Neither have i
The wings to fly
If i could find me
A handsome boatman
To ferry me over
To my love and die

My childhood days
Bring back sad reflections
Of happy times
Spend so loong ago
My childhood friends
And my own relations
Have all passed on now
Like melting snow
I spend my days
In endless roaming
Soft is the grass
My bed is free
Ah, to be back now
In Carrickfergus
On that long road
Down to the sea

I'll spend my days
In endless roaming
Soft is the grass
My bed is free
But i am sick now
And my days are numbered
Come all you young men
And lay me down


--Orla Fallon, A New Journey