Halfway There When The Rain Came Down

Arcady: The Rocks of Bawn

Van Morrison: Shenandoah

When I come out
on the road
of a morning,
when I have had
a night's sleep
and perhaps a breakfast,
and the sun lights a hill
on the distance,
a hill I know
I shall walk across
an hour or two thence,
and it is green
and silken to my eye,
and the clouds
have begun their slow,
fat rolling journey
across the sky,
no land in the world
can inspire such love
in a common man.
--Frank Delaney
Ireland

Mundy / Sharon Shannon: Galway Girl