Johnny Boy

When I hear that wind blow, all across the Wicklow mountains. Is it you, I hear a calling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When I look to the west, all across the River Shannon. I can still see you smiling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy. When the leaves have turned to brown and winter's due. As I watch the sun goes down, I'll think of you. When I hear that wind blow, all across the Wicklow mountains. Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling. Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.