It's all up now,
The day is gone,
The evening sun's shadows following me,
The weather's warm,
It took so long
To be lonely now and all surrounded,
But killkee hasn't changed,
For the warm west winds blow over,
And maybe in the morning
I'll go to clifden fair again.

Oh, when morning's home from england,
With her yellow patent shoes,
And some of the latest fashions,
Make me rather look amused.
And somewhere up in galway,
Her parents wheel away,
So her father tell us,
At church the other day.

Oh, but killkee hasn't changed,
For the long lost years grow longer,
Maybe in the morning,
Tomorrow will bring a change.

Hold on, hold on,
What'll i do,
I don't want to end up in a battle stew,
So i packed my bags and buckled my shoes,
Yeah, that's what i'll do,
I'll make some money, see the world,
A lot of new lessons have got to be learned,
And maybe i'll be lucky with love, love, love…..

It's all up now,
The clearings show,
The rainbow's got its colours all around me,
I'm on my way,
This brand new day,
To find the way that fortune cares to show me,
Oh, but killkee will never change,
For the warm west winds blow over
And maybe, wishful longing,
I'll come back to you again someday.