Rolling Over Green Hills (Irish Folk – Irish Pub Version)
Oh, the bright winds are calling,
Through the pines the echoes tremble,
And the road by the river
Feels alive with old-time splendor.
Will you join the band with me?
Raise your glass and step in closer,
Let the night grow wild and free—
We’ll be rolling over green hills,
Singing loud in pub-light thrill.
Stomping feet on wooden tables,
Laughing through the misty still.
We’ll be roaming, wild and ready—
Come along and feel the spill!
Oh, we’re rolling over green hills—
Won’t you raise your voice with me?
There’s a tale in the rafters,
Every shout becomes a story,
And the floor shakes beneath us
Like a heartbeat old and stormy.
Every soul a friend tonight!
Grab your coat, the night grows younger,
Leave your worries at the door—
We’ll be rolling over green hills,
Singing loud in pub-light thrill.
Stomping feet on wooden tables,
Laughing through the misty still.
We’ll be roaming, wild and ready—
Come along and feel the spill!
Oh, we’re rolling over green hills—
Won’t you raise your voice with me?
Lead: Hey! Will you wander?
Crowd: Wander we will!
Lead: Through the valleys?
Crowd: Over the hill!
Lead: Raise your spirits!
Crowd: Raise them high!
Lead: Let the night keep rolling by!
We’ll be rolling over green hills,
Singing loud in pub-light thrill.
Stomping feet on wooden tables,
Hearts like drums no time can still.
We’ll be roaming, wild and ready—
Come along and drink your fill!
Oh, we’re rolling over green hills—
Won’t you raise your voice with me?
S.
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