Žodžiai dainai: Van Morrison. Veendon Fleece. Streets of Arklow.

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow
Oh, the color of the day wore on
And our heads were filled with poetry
And the morning a-comin' on to dawn

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow
And gay perfusion in God's green land
And the gypsy's rode with their hearts on fire, they say
"We love to wander, Lord, we love, Lord, we love to roam"

And as we walked through the streets of Arklow
In a drenching beauty rolling back 'til the day
And I saw your eyes they was shining, sparkling crystal clear
And our souls were clean and the grass did grow

And our souls were clean and the grass did grow
And our souls were clean and the grass did grow
And as we walked through the streets of Arklow