Walking Home to Wexford (Milan Miller & Tim O'Brien)

Walking Home to Wexford

The sea carried me
To the port of Rosslare
I would’ve hopped a train
But I didn’t have the fare
So by the River Slaney
I began to trod along
In my mind the melody
Of an old familiar song

Walking home to Wexford
Neath the stars in the sky
Walking home to Wexford
In the middle of July
Walking home to Wexford
Smell of summer in the air
Walking home to Wexford
To see my Annie Claire

The lads are a laughing
In the pubs I’m passing by
Trading tunes, pouring pints
And telling lie after lie
On any other night
I would stop and join the fun
But I’m trying to make my hometown
Before the rising sun

Walking home to Wexford
Neath the stars in the sky
Walking home to Wexford
In the middle of July
Walking home to Wexford
Smell of summer in the air
Walking home to Wexford
To see my Annie Claire

Though I’m worn and weary
Dreaming of that lovely lass
Puts a hurry in my step
And helps the miles to pass
Her dancing eyes draw me on
And tell me not to tarry
The promise of her smile
Is the only prize I carry

Walking home to Wexford
Neath the stars in the sky
Walking home to Wexford
In the middle of July
Walking home to Wexford
Smell of summer in the air
Walking home to Wexford
To see my Annie Claire