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, out 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 go 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.