Tucker Ronzetti

Lyrics

In my sailing days I found a lass on the cliffs beside the sea.
Past the gorse and the meadow grass we’d meet by the alder tree.
Múireann had curls of crimson, eyes of bracken green,
A touch as soft as morning mist and the fairest skin I’d seen.

Múireann, I’ve only the memory of your eyes when I said goodbye
and the sound of the gulls of Galway crying why oh why oh why.

My leave ashore was short and left little liberty.
Each moment was treasure as we’d lie by the alder tree.
The sun would kiss the clouds to rose and slowly fade away.
Its light would linger on her smile as she watched the puffins play.

Múireann, I’ve only the memory of your eyes when I said goodbye
and the sound of the gulls of Galway crying why oh why oh why.

A sailor should never jump a ship and send his mates to sea,
So I’m the fool who left his love beside the alder tree.
Mind your money if you’re in Dublin. Mind your time if you’re in Kilkee.
Mind your heart if you’re in County Clare beside the alder tree.

Múireann, I‘ve only the memory of your eyes when I said goodbye
and the sound of the gulls of Galway crying why oh why oh why.

Múireann, I‘ve only the memory of your eyes when I said goodbye
and the sound of the gulls of Galway crying why oh why oh why.