Fiddler's Green (John Conolly Cover)

As I went by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt water and taste the sea air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song
Take me away boys my time is not long

CHORUS
Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates
I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
That the fishermen go when they don't go to Hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is so far away

Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

When you get to the dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
Where the women are pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree

I don't need a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze box as we roll along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song....