Liffeyside - Luka Bloom

The sweet smell of gorse in the summer

The touch of blue mountain so near

The bloodrush of horses at sunrise

The song of the old oak I hear

Your bluebelled woodlands I've rambled

I've seen swallows preparing to fly

Rested my tired old heartaches

In a cradle below your big sky

Oh the Liffeyside

Noble river flows so free

No matter where I wander

You are home to me

Sometimes this world makes me weary

I see troubles all over the land

Pollardstown's long grassy breezes

Remind me where goodness began

The sweet smell of gorse in the summer

The touch of blue mountains so near

The bloodrush of horses at sunrise

The song of the old oak I hear

Oh the liffeyside

Noble river flows so free

No matter where I wander

You are home to me

You are home to me