1

Well we went on down
To Castleconnell
In the summer of '95,
The year the sun stayed up,
And 'The Banner' won the cup,
Sure 'twas great to be alive,
Now it's hard to stop
A man with a vision,
Or a dream whose time has come,
And it's hard to stay home
And watch television,
When 'Mac' calls you up on the phone.
To hear the lilt of the whistle
And the beat of the banjo
Coming through the door,
And the fiddle so sweet
And the taps of the feet
As they dance around the floor.
Come closing time,
They'll be wanting more.

2

So the Autumn blew in
Cool and brown,
And the word went around it's true,
To O'Brien's Bridge
And Newport town,
Newgarden and Murroe,
The singers
And the troubadours,
Rolled in from far and near,
And the streets outside
Were lined with cars,
Sure they all came out to hear
The oul' guitar and the box
And the concertina
Coming through the door,
From Limerick, Ennis,
Ahane and Nenagh,
Annacotty and Cappamore,
Come closing time,
There was none of them going home.

3

Now I met the sun
On his heavenly travels,
I said, "What do you do all day?",
"In the afternoon
Sure I'm ripening apples,
But at night I hide away.
Cause I can't compete
With the warmth and the heat,
From Mickey Mac's Folk Club,
If the weather was fine
And I didn't have to shine,
I'd go down to Bradshaws Pub,
To hear the perfect timing
And the syncopation
Floating through the door,
And the beads
Of shining perspiration
Popping out of every pore.
Come closing time,
They'll be sweating more".

4

Now in New York City
They have Broadway,
In Rio, the Mardi Gras,
In Ascot they've Royal Derby Day,
They run Bulls through Pamplona,
But you may keep all your money,
Your hype and your fashions,
That come in and go out like the tide,
I'd trade them all
For the Tuesday night sessions,
By Shannons lovely side,
And hear the lilt of the whistle
And the beat of the bodhrán,
Coming through the door,
And the fiddle so sweet
And the taps o' the feet,
As they dance around the floor.
Come closing time,
They'll be wanting more.