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,
Out 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 go 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.