Johnny Boy

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Is it you, I hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When I look to the west,
all across the River Shannon.
I can still see you smiling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.

When the leaves have turned to brown
and winter's due.
As I watch the sun goes down,
I'll think of you.

When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains.
Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling.
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.