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.