Johnny Boy — Gary Moore

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, out 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 go 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.