They envy me, my hills of Clare The white gulls calling in the soft sea air So much to lose And yet I'd leave the hills of Clare And live in a desert if I had you there What would I lose if I could choose
If I could choose a place to walk with you I'd choose the longest road And it would lead us to a house that no one knew Bellows by the fire, and the turf smoke rising higher Than the lark that wings and always sings of you
If I could choose a time to talk with you I'd choose the longest day And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news I would tell them how a day could last forever And I'd never leave your side if I could choose
If I could choose a time to talk with you I'd choose the longest day And over all the hills of Clare, I'd shout the news I would tell them how a day could last forever And I'd never leave your side if I could choose