Luka Bloom - Hands Of A Farmer lyrics

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