At 17 he left his home in Galway
Cross the Irish Sea to London town
Got a job there working on the railway
But somehow he couldn't settle down
Part of him was in the West of Ireland
That he knew he never would be free
He could smell the turf fire burning
Hear were stories that were told
Watch the golden sunset or the sea
Yes he leaves his home in County Galway
On that wild and rocky western shore
Where The Atlantic meets the Coast of Ireland
Not far from his Connemara home
He enjoyed the years so he spent in London
There's a big new world out there for him to see
Some of his friends had gone to Boston
Or to New York That City by the sea
So he packed his bags and headed down Cricklewood Broadway
Time was right for he was young and free
And when he asked what County does he come from
He said Galway A place so dear to me
And he think again of County Galway
On that wild and rocky Western shore
Where The Atlantic meets the Coast of Ireland
Not far from his Connemara home
Now many years and miles from County Galway
Underneath the California Sun
Another weary day is nearly over
And he goes home when his daily work is done
There's a Mexican lady waiting for him
Ye know she's never been to Ireland
Well Someday there gonna leave this Yankee City
And they'll walk again his old dear native land
They'll go back again to County Galway
On that wild and rocky western shore
Where The Atlantic meets the Coast of Ireland
Not far from his Connemara home
Where The Atlantic meets the coast of Ireland
Not far from his Connemara home