Journey Through The Past

Here comes the ghost of the past tapping on my head
Portraying a picture of my memories, as I lay here in my bed
Climbing to the top of that old Strickeen
Dingle Bay beneath, laid bare, exhibiting a tranquil scene 

The wild Atlantic Coast bestows fisherman's tales
Of a bottlenose dolphin steering close to the sails
Playful, and surveying the good folk above
Pointed out a close couple captivated in love

Rugged scenery, sandy beaches, stretch out to Dunquin
That spiritless man, not even he can hide a grin
The Blaskets pose as a monument on the ocean
Gazing from the mainland, your eyes fail to conceal your emotion

Witnessing the summer on Dingles colourful streets
Tourists licking ice-cream, exploring the harbor from their seats
At night, O'Flaherty's plays the bodhran and the fiddle
Be sure to visit for a good pint and a giggle!

So, with gusto, I shall circle back someday 
That wind will usher me back towards Atlantics doorway
To see the selfless people that were great to me
Guiding a lost ship stranded at sea.