A (mostly) true story about a road trip many years ago on a hairpin turn on a cliff overlooking the ocean in the north of the Republic of Ireland. Vocals by Dan and the Dannettes, with backup by The Danster Quartet Minus One.
"My Wide Irish Roads" is on my Album, "The Fun Stuff"
Lyrics only Copyright 1983 by Dan Veaner
As we drove in our car north of Donegal Bay
Driving up past Dungloe and Gweedore
We could not but reflect on the beautiful day
And in truth both our spirits did soar.
The path traced the top
Of a ninety foot drop
And the ocean lay glorious below
When an automobile
With abandon and zeal
Barreled toward us, and fast, don't you know!
My wide Irish roads
The sweetest roads I know
Though we drove at a creep
We knocked off three sheep
On my wide Irish roads...
My wide Irish roads
I really liked them loads
We tried not to hog
But we just missed a dog
When we drove on those wide Irish roads.
Well we fastened our seat belts and tried out a prayer
As we pulled as far left as could go
When the car barreled past us with nary a care
You could feel the cliff tremble below.
As we cautiously crawled the car sputtered and stalled
As we forward resumed at a creep
But we hadn't gone far when our poor little car
Was surrounded by hundreds of sheep.
My wide Irish roads
The sweetest roads I know
That hog sure looked good
When it bounced off the hood
On my wide Irish roads...
My wide Irish roads
Are filled with sheep and goats
We started a row
Drove under a cow
And had milk on my wide Irish roads.
Now the scenery was lovely beyond our belief
And the ocean below us was vast
But we both heaved a monstrous sigh of relief
When we pulled on the highway at last
My heart is still there with the crystal sea air
And the sun setting o'er Tory sound,
But I don't want to drive
I liked being alive
On that grand two-lane highway we found.
My wide Irish roads
the sweetest roads I know
When I fall asleep
I count cows and sheep
On my wide Irish roads...
My wide Irish roads
Are filled with sheep and goats
It just defies words
The size of those herds
Grazing right on my wide Irish roads.