Lyrics Dingle Bay - The Wolfe Tones

Contentment of mind is not found in the city
For my mind is inclined for to ramble and dream
To a place where my heart has found greater fortune
And there′s where the small birds sing high on the mountain
That bird-dressed mountain or valley or hill
There's where the eagle, he knows his own freedom
And fishermen′s boats make their way by Dingle Bay
The sound of the bees there collecting their honey
The sight of the seabirds protecting their young
The scent of the wild flowers, the spray of the ocean
It's nature's own beauty, we′re watching the world go around
The fishermen′s boats there, they plough the salt ocean
For mackerel and herring, all the fish of the sea
And though I have travelled the wild world all over
There's nowhere on earth that is dearer to me
And there′s where the small birds sing high on the mountain
That bird-dressed mountain or valley or hill
There's where the eagle, he knows his own freedom
And fishermen′s boats make their way by Dingle Bay