The Road To Galway

The Road To Galway


Why would to want to sit around and watch the raindrops fall Or wait for some sad helper when you hear the West Coast call Why tend to your own misery on a dreary Dublin day
If you could walk the road, walk the road to Galway

It’s an age old path to happiness wherever you have been It’s a whistle and a pipe with a well-worn Irish sheen
It’s a trip that starts from anywhere, on any given day
Walk the road, walk the road to Galway

Walk the road, walk the road, walk the road to Galway
Walk the road, walk the road, walk the road to Galway

Flowers by the road are growing free and wild
Where tunes are toys and every song brings on another smile, It’s the garden of creation and all you do is play
Walk the road, walk the road to Galway

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