When the wind is blowing out of the singing south Then would I be going, sea spray upon my mouth When the tide is drifting over the silver sand My heart's sails are lifting, set for another land When the stars are staring down from a cloudless sky Then ould I be faring out where the gray gulls cry Out where the gray gulls cry Gray gulls cry
When the wind is blowing out of the singing south Then would I be going, sea spray upon my mouth When the tide is drifting over the silver sand My heart's sails are lifting, set for another land When the stars are staring down from a cloudless sky Then ould I be faring out where the gray gulls cry Out where the gray gulls cry Gray gulls cry
