Heart of Down - Ballynahinch Co. Down - Song

Описание: Beneath the shadow of the Slieve Croob peak
Where the history whispers if you hear it speak
In seventeen ninety-eight the drums did roll
For the battle on the hill that tried to take a soul
From the Windmill Hill to the market square
There's a spirit in the town and a magic in the air
We're the gateway to the Mournes where the green grass grows
And the Blackwater river ever softly flows

Oh, Ballynahinch, you're the heart of the Down
A little bit of country and a busy old town
From the Spa to the High Street, we’re keeping it real
You know exactly how the locals feel
With a fiddle and a whistle and a modern beat
We’re dancing on the pavement and the cobblestone street

Forget the city lights, we’ve got the Montalto estate
Where the trails are winding and the views are great
You’ll see the strollers out on a Saturday noon
While the local shops are humming a familiar tune
From the old railway days to the modern-day rush
The evening falls with a golden-hued hush
We’ve got the heritage deep in the stone of the walls
Rising up proud when the winter rain falls

Oh, Ballynahinch, you're the heart of the Down
A little bit of country and a busy old town
From the Spa to the High Street, we’re keeping it real
You know exactly how the locals feel
With a fiddle and a whistle and a modern beat
We’re dancing on the pavement and the cobblestone street

Stop for a coffee or a pint in the pub
Join the local spirit, yeah, that’s the real hub
It’s more than just a stop on the road to the sea
It’s a place for the family, for you and for me
The 1798 monument stands tall and bright
A reminder of the struggle and the morning light
So raise up a glass to the town we call home
No matter how far across the world we may roam

Oh, Ballynahinch, you're the heart of the Down
A little bit of country and a busy old town
From the Spa to the High Street, we’re keeping it real
You know exactly how the locals feel
With a fiddle and a whistle and a modern beat
We’re dancing on the pavement and the cobblestone street

Ballynahinch, yeah you’re looking so fine
In the County Down sun, you always will shine
From the hills to the valley, the story is told
In a town with a heart made of Northern gold