The Little Town in the Old County Down

Well, if I had the wings of a swallow

I'd fly right over the sea

And a rocky old road I would follow

To a land that is heaven to me

When the sun sinks to rest

Way down in the west

I'd build me a nest

In the place I love best

In that dear little town

In the old county down

It will linger way down in my heart

Though it never was grand

Still it's my fairy land

Just a wonderful world set apart

Oh, my island of dreams

You are with me it seems

And I care not for fame or renown

Like a black sheep of old

I'll go back to the fold

Little town in the old county down

Well, my island of dreams

You are with me it seems

And I care not for fame or renown

Like a black sheep of old

Well, I'll go back to the fold

Little town in the old county down