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Land burned by the wind
Some stony moors
Around the lakes
It's for the living
A little bit of hell
Connemara
Black clouds
Coming from the North
Color the earth
Lakes and rivers
Is the scenery
Of Connemara
The following spring
The Irish sky was in peace
Maureen plunged
Naked into a Connemara lake
Sean Kelly told himself :
"I am a Catholic
Maureen is too."
The granite church in Limerick
Maureen said "yes"
From Tipperary, Bally-Connelly
And from Galway
They arrived
In the county of Connemara
There were the Connors, the O'Connellys
The Flahertys from the Ring of Kerry
And with something to drink for three days and two nights
Over there, in Connemara
We all know the price of silence
Over there, in Connemara
It is said that life is madness
And the madness dances
Land burned by the wind
Some stony moors
Around the lakes
It's for the living
A little bit of hell
Connemara
Black clouds
Coming from the North
Color the earth
Lakes and rivers
Is the scenery of Connemara
People still live there, since the times of the Celts
And Cromwell
To the rhythm of the rain and the sun
At a horse's pace
People still believe there are monsters in the lakes
Which are seen swimming on certain summer evenings
To submerge themselves again for eternity
You can still see foreign men
Who have come to search for peace in their soul
And something that tastes better for the heart
It is still believed that the day will come
The time is coming closer, when the Irish
Will make peace around the cross
Over there, in Connemara
They know the cost of war
Over there, in Connemara
They won't accept
Peace offered by the Welsh
Or by the kings of England
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