Hands of a Farmer - Luka Bloom

Hands of a farmer

And dreams of a child

Your melody lingers

Through a winter too wild

The gulls rise and fly around here

And the cliffs look so grey

Blackbird echos

A tune you might play

Boys oh boys

I’m glad to meet you

In Doolin you might sing

Out over the limestone

Those sweet words still ring

People in Germany

They remember your name

Some people at home still

See your face in the rain

Hands of a farmer

And dreams of a child

Your peace lingers

Through a winter too wild