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If I had the wings of a swallow,
I would travel far over the sea;
And a rocky old road I would follow,
To a spot that is heaven to me.
When the sun goes to rest way down in the west,
Then I'll build such a nest in the place I love best.
In the dear little town in the old County Down, In the evening when shadows are falling, There is someone I bless with true tenderness, To that dear little town in the old County Down, This variant was sung by Maudie Sullivan [1908-1981] of Calvert, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA). The YouTube video above features a variant of this very popular hit of the early 20th century recorded in 1921 by internationally famous Irish-born American tenor, Count John McCormack [1884-1945].
It will linger way down in my heart;
Though it never was grand it was my fairyland,
Just a wonderful world set apart.
Oh, my island of dreams you are with me it seems,
And I care not for fame or renown;
Like the black sheep of old I'll come back to the fold,
Little town in the old County Down.
'Round the old door without any key;
There's a voice in my dreams ever calling,
Ever watching and praying for me.
And her lips I'll caress when I bring happiness.
It will linger way down in my heart;
Though it never was grand it was my fairyland,
Just a wonderful world set apart.
Oh, my island of dreams you are with me it seems,
And I care not for fame or renown;
Like the black sheep of old I'll come back to the fold,
Little town in the old County Down.####.... Richard W. Pasco and Monte Carlo/Alma Sanders, 1921 ....####
