From Cork To County Down

[Verse 1]
I left my home in County Cork
With rain upon my cap
A flask of tea
A folded map
The road my only plan
Past fields of gold
And stone-gray walls
The river at my side
With every bend the soft south wind
Was whispering “goodbye”
[Chorus]
From County Cork to County Down
I’ll walk this island green and brown
From misty hills to harbor town
I’ll sing my way along
From crooked lane to steeple crown
From laughing pub to quiet gown
From County Cork to County Down
I’ll trade my steps for songs (hey!)
[Verse 2]
In Limerick they poured me stout
And asked me where I’m bound
I said
“A bit toward Belfast way
But I’ll roam around”
In Galway Bay I lost a day
To stories and to tune
Then chased the sun through Mayo roads
And slept beneath the moon
[Chorus]
From County Cork to County Down
I’ll walk this island green and brown
From misty hills to harbor town
I’ll sing my way along
From crooked lane to steeple crown
From laughing pub to quiet gown
From County Cork to County Down
I’ll trade my steps for songs (oh-ho!)
[Bridge]
Through Sligo rain
Through Donegal
Where cliffs fall to the foam
I carried faces in my mind
They felt a bit like home
Crossed over at the border stone
Just one more winding lane
Down lanes of gorse and chapel bells
I spoke your name again
[Chorus]
From County Cork to County Down
I’ve walked this island green and brown
From misty hills to harbor town
I’ve sung my way along
Now here you stand in Ballynahinch
With autumn in your gown
From County Cork to County Down
My wandering’s all your song (hey!)

folk, Lively trad Irish folk with acoustic guitar, fiddle, and bodhrán driving a quickstep pulse; male vocals leading with a warm pub-sing feel, tin whistle doubling key melody lines. Verses stay nimble and story-rich; chorus opens wide with gang vocals and stomping floor energy, perfect for a crowded session that grows rowdier each repeat., irish folk