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,

all 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 goes 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.