The Curra Road

In the summer we'll go walking

Way down to the river down the Curra road

There's a blue sky we'll walk under

Listen to the humming bees and on we'll go

We won't worry about the traffic

Worry about the way to go

Worry about the phone

In the summer we'll go walking

Way down to the river down the Curra road

Past the cattle at their grazing

Through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak

Past the robin on the gatepost

Singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host

We won't worry about the weather

Worry about it raining

Worry about the snow

In the summer we'll go walking

Way down to the river down the Curra road

There is music in the river

Listen to it dancing underneath the bridge

And the wind is hardly breathing

Words unto the willow branches overhead

We won't worry about the government

Worry about the way to go

Worry about the hay

In the summer we'll go laughing

Hand in hand together down the dusty way

In the summer we'll go laughing

Hand in hand together down the Curra road