I'm going back to Kerry, from the Land of Liberty, to my little Irish home town, Ballybunion by the sea, to walk along the old Slip(?) Road, where the breezes softly blow, and to get out to the ocean, where the tides of memory flow.
To walk along the beach, down below the Castle Green, up to the lonely Cliffs of Doon, the likes you've never seen, from Listowel to Ballylongford and back into Tralee, there's no place else in Ireland like Ballybunion by the sea.
To take a walk down Main Street, and see my friends from home, go tell my own true sweetheart, I never more will roam, go tell the lads I'm coming back, that's where I want to be, in my little Irish home town, Ballybunion by the sea.
To walk along the beach, down below the Castle Green, up to the lonely Cliffs of Doon, the likes you've never seen, from Listowel to Ballylongford and back into Tralee, there's no place else in Ireland like Ballybunion by the sea.
To take a walk down Main Street, and see my friends from home, go tell my own true sweetheart, I never more will roam, go tell the lads I'm coming back, that's where I want to be, in my little Irish home town, Ballybunion by the sea.