Galway in the Rain

Galway in the Rain – Jimmy Hope
 You can feel it in the air,
 As you walk across Eyre Square.
 Sitting in the sunshine on the grass.
 There's a grand relaxing vibe
 In the city of the tribes.
 Will make your worries fade into the past.
 Get a seat inside the crane
 To hear an old reframe.
 Or sit outside at the ending of the day.
 On the 17th of March,
 With your mates at Spanish arch,
 To watch the sun go down on Galway bay.
 I'd take Galway in the rain,
 Over Portugal or Spain.
 Take her over Rome or Venice too.
 Claddagh to the keys, Pretty as you please.
 Home forever for the lucky few.
 Never thought that I'd ever leave you.
 It's the home of Michael D,
 He's the president you see.
 Ó Conaire, Barnacle and Dick.
 Where the fiddler Micky Finn
 Would strike off a lovely din
 And Johnny McEvoy would do the trick.
 With the old long walk in B
 Enchanted by the sea.
 So pretty that you'll never want to leave.
 You might meet someone you love
 In O'Connors famous pub.
 Or a party in Salthill on New Year's Eve.
 I'd take Galway in the rain,
 Over Portugal or Spain.
 Take her over Rome or Venice too.
 Claddagh to the keys, Pretty as you please.
 Home forever for the lucky few.
 Never thought that I'd ever leave you.
 Entertainment at your feet,
 As you ramble down shop street.
 Where the buskers and the jugglers are celebs.
 Reminisce about old Johnny,
 And catch up on your lives
 Pretty soon, forget you ever left.
 I'd take Galway in the rain,
 Over Portugal or Spain.
 Take her over Rome or Venice too.
 Claddagh to the keys, Pretty as you please.
 Home forever for the lucky few.
 Never thought that I'd ever leave you.
 Hope to god that I'll return there soon.