Johnny Boy

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Is it you I hear a calling?
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.
When I look to the west,
out across the River Shannon.
I can still see you smiling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.
When the leaves have turned to brown
and winter＇s due.
As I watch the sun go down,
I＇ll think of you.
When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Sure it＇s you, I＇ll hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.