Ireland from Postcards by The Hultins with Bill Salmon

Emerald was the color of the magical land
As the wheels touched down, I held your hand
Our Dublin city taxi was easily seen
We were driven away to Saint Stephens green

Ancient Book of Kells, and church bells ring
Ha’ Penny cross the Liffey, a busker sings
A horse drawn carriage awaits at Grafton Street
To ease the pain of cobblestones on aching feet
Chorus
May the sun shine bright, may your heart be true
May its beauty and its blessings come to you. Ireland

Communion consumed at the temple bar
Thirsty pilgrims come from near and far
“A toast to Wilde, Stoker, and to Joyce
May all free men get to make their own choice.”

The puffins' nest at the cliffs of Moher
Stunning, magnificent, like nothing ever seen before
Michael slowly strolls across the bridge, the smiles alight
“Anyone know where we can get a good pint?”

Doolin was perfect, the fulfillment of a dream
“Board the Ship “sung in McGann’s , the smiles a gleam
Unbelievably happy, in every way pretty
Over the Burren, tomorrow to Galway City

The Latin quarter, Quay Street, the musicians, the pubs
An intoxicating mixture of life and loves
At crane bar, tradition is alive and well
A new generation with musical stories to tell

Ancient Ashford castle, its history soaked in charm
Falcons release and return to our waiting arms
Return by train but a piece of our hearts will remain
Your head rests on my shoulder. We will be back again.

• Americana
• Ballad
• Ballads
• Folk
• Irish
• Rock
• celtic
• country rock
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• songwriter
• Lake Forest