(Gary Moore)
When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains
Is it you I hear a calling?
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy
When I look to the west,
out across the River Shannon
I can still see you smiling
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy
When the leaves have turned to brown
and winter's due
As I watch the sun go down,
I'll think of you
When I hear that wind blow,
all across the Wicklow mountains
Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling
Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy