The Rambles Of Spring

Tommy Makem

There's a piercing wintry breeze

Blowing through the budding trees

And I button up my coat to keep me warm

But the days are on the mend

And I'm on the road again

With my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm


I've a fine, felt hat

And a strong pair of brogues

I have rosin in my pocket for my bow

O my fiddle strings are new

And I've learned a tune or two

So, I'm well prepared to ramble and must go

I'm as happy as a king

When I catch a breath of spring

And the grass is turning green as winter ends

And the geese are on the wing

And the thrushes start to sing

And I'm headed down the road to see my friends


I have friends in every town

As I wander up and down

Making music at the markets and the fairs

Through the donkeys and the creels

And the farmers making deals

And the yellow headed tinkers selling wares


Here's a health to one and all

To the big and to the small

To the rich and poor alike and foe and friends

And when I return again

May our foes have turned to friends

And may peace and joy be with you until then