In Connemara, River Erriff flows Through time and tides
It meanders its way to sea
I was a girl there, born in a Small harbor town

Where I found what the ocean Gives free

There was a young lad, open sky blue eyes We would wander
The shore, he and I alone
At every moon tide

Kneeling down by my side He would give me the gift of A stone

Beyond the Green Road He’d gather me stones The sea mist clouds low On the hills

A mind may drift, growing old Risk letting lifetimes unfold Given over to love
Lingering still

In Connemara, rivers flow toward home To the swirls and the swells and
A girl’s garden of stones

Beyond the Green Road
He’d gather me rounded stones The sea mist clouds low
On the hills
A mind may drift, growing old

Risk letting lifetimes unfold Given over to love Lingering still

In Connemara, rivers flow toward home

Toward the slide into moon tide,

A girl’s garden of stones

To the swirls and the swells and A girl’s garden of stones