There's a painting on the wall And it's there that I'd like to be There's a river, a mountain, a valley And, in the distance, the big blue sea And in this place called Wicklow Oh, it's wonderful (?) And the haunted times of old Rage on the wind, I'm told
Give me your hand, my true love And into this enchanted land We'll walk the shores of Wicklow I will love you evermore Evermore
Now I've heard stories of angels Who strum their harps of gold And sing Ave Maria Above a crowd of stars
Give me your hand, my true love And into this enchanted land We'll walk the shores of Wicklow I will love you evermore Evermore