I dream of the days.

We drove out west.

Into County Clare.

Along the flaggy shore.

Kilrush and Kilkee.

And Lahinch too.

Nights spent in Doolin.

Camping under the starry skies.

Music and stories.

Tall tales and songs.

The 1s team regaled.

A day with the Pecker Dunne.

3 doctors and a chemist.

Until the rising sun.

Sweet tunes of the Russell brothers.

In Gussy Connor’s pub.

And afterwards the Golden Chip.

Oh, those were the days my friend.

Of music and song.

But they had to end.

But the memories remain.

Of the west coast of Clare.