(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.