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 winter
Worry about it raining, worry about the snow
In the summer we'll go laughing
Way down to the river down the dusty road.

There is music in the river
Listen to it dancing underneath the bridge
And the wind is hardly breathing
Words onto 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 walking
Hand in hand together down the dusty way.

We won't worry about the government
Worry about the way to go, worry about the hay
In the summer we'll go walking
Hand in hand together down the dusty way.