You were pocketing rocks & washed up sea glass
Said you were taking them back to Maryland
Back home to your Dad
A Connemara ring on your hand
Brown Tennessee boots in the Wicklow sand
I was thinking that the coast never seems to change
Walking the beach to the sound of the trains
The sea & the rain
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
Where Dublin meets Wicklow's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
From the Dodder to the Dargle to Delgany
From the rivers & the mountains down to the sea
The quiet workhouse cemetery
Between the Rathdown Baronies
Six thousand years on from Deilginis
By the main road the old village lays scattered around
I'm not even sure why they call my home a town
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
East coast south of the city's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
Dylan Walshe - Where Dublin Meets Wicklow (feat. James Fearnley) [Alternative Version] Lyrics
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You were pocketing rocks & washed up sea glass
Said you were taking them back to Maryland
Back home to your Dad
A Connemara ring on your hand
Brown Tennessee boots in the Wicklow sand
I was thinking that the coast never seems to change
Walking the beach to the sound of the trains
The sea & the rain
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
Where Dublin meets Wicklow's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
From the Dodder to the Dargle to Delgany
From the rivers & the mountains down to the sea
The quiet workhouse cemetery
Between the Rathdown Baronies
Six thousand years on from Deilginis
By the main road the old village lays scattered around
I'm not even sure why they call my home a town
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
East coast south of the city's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
Said you were taking them back to Maryland
Back home to your Dad
A Connemara ring on your hand
Brown Tennessee boots in the Wicklow sand
I was thinking that the coast never seems to change
Walking the beach to the sound of the trains
The sea & the rain
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
Where Dublin meets Wicklow's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
From the Dodder to the Dargle to Delgany
From the rivers & the mountains down to the sea
The quiet workhouse cemetery
Between the Rathdown Baronies
Six thousand years on from Deilginis
By the main road the old village lays scattered around
I'm not even sure why they call my home a town
Of all the times I've left from Dublin Bay
Yet I never found a place where I could stay
East coast south of the city's always home to me
But I could live out here with you in Tennessee
Writer: Dylan Walshe
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