And The Morning A-Comin On To Dawn

irelandAnd as we walked through the streets of Arklow
Oh, the color of the day wore on

And our heads were filled with poetry
And the morning a-comin’ on to dawn

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow
And gay perfusion in God’s green land

And the gypsy’s rode with their hearts on fire, they say:

“We love to wander, Lord,
…. we love, Lord, we love to roam”

irelandbeaAnd as we walked through the streets of Arklow
In a drenching beauty rolling back ’til the day

And I saw your eyes they was shining, sparkling crystal clear
And our souls were clean and the grass did grow

And our souls were clean and the grass did grow
And our souls were clean and the grass did grow

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow

ire“We love to wander, Lord,
…. we love, Lord, we love to roam”

“We love to wander, Lord,
…. we love, Lord, we love to roam”

And our souls were clean and the grass did grow

And our souls were clean and the grass did grow

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow

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“The Streets of Arklow” ,
words and music by Van Morrison .