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Christy Moore
Vocals
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Christy Moore
Songwriter
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Donal Lunny
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
How's it going there?
Everybody from Cork, New York, Dundalk
Gortahork and Glenamaddy
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from here to there
There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher
The Tulla and the Kilfenora
Miko Russell, Doctor Bill
Willy Clancy and Noel Hill
Flutes and fiddles everywhere
If it's music you want
You should go to Clare
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Sher' everybody needs a break
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake
Some head off to exotic places
Others go to the Galway races
A cousin of mine goes potholing
A cousin of hers loves Joe Dolan
Mattie goes to the south of France
Jim to the dogs and Peter to the dance
Summer comes around each year
We go there and they come here
Some jet off to Frijiliana
But I always go to Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
I always leave on a Thursday night
With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight
I like to hit Lisdoon
In around Friday afternoon
This gives me time to get me gear together
I don't need to worry about the weather
Ramble in for a pint of stout
You'd never know who'd be hanging about
There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin
German lookin' for Liam Og O'Floinn
And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald
Gettin' their photo taken for the Sunday World
Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand
And they're drinking pints to bate the band
And isn't it grand?
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
The multitudes, they flock in throngs
To hear the music and the songs
Motorbikes and Hiace vans
With bottles, barrels, flagons, cans
Mighty craic, loads of frolics
Pioneers and alcoholics
PLAC, SPUC and the FCA
Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA
Hairy chests and milk-white thighs
And Mickey Dodgers in disguise
McGraths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs
Massage parlours in horse boxes
RTE are making tapes
Takin' breaks and throwing shapes
There's amhrans, bodhrans, amadans
Arab Sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus Freaks
This is heaven, this is hell
Who cares, who can tell?
Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
A 747 for Jackson Browne
They had to build a special runway just to get him down
Before The Chieftains could start to play
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray
Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan
Sean Cannon did the backstage cookin'
Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game"
And Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain"
And Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields
Together doin' "The Four Green Fields"
Van the Man and Emmy Lou
Moving Hearts and Planxty too
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Everybody needs a break
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake
Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee
And Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea
But I like the music and the open air
So every Summer I go to Clare
'Cause Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana
Could hold a match to Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Ooh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Written by: Christy Moore