Hardly anyone had the tele’   It was a different kind of world   Heaven was a game of football   Before I ever kissed the girls   We used to go out driving   We’d travel near and far   Nearly every Sunday in me   Father’s oul’ ford car   He’d be pointing out the landmarks   Everywhere we’d go, through the   Twistings , turning , winding roads   Of Galway and Mayo      Me mother in the front seat   Children in the back   We’d be imagining Indians in the   Fields waiting to attack   And we’d be asking “ are we nearly there?”   Wearing clothes that came   In a parcel from America,   The two of us the same      He’d be pointing........      There’s a stillness in the summer   Air , sheep dog lying in the sun   Three young girls with butterfly nets   Break into a run   Now the time flies by like always   I’ve got my own boy right now   Like cowboys in the oul’ corolla   We go and drive around      The land was let go lately   But I take him out that way   I show him where we cut the turf   And where we saved the hay      And I’ll be pointing out      The landmarks .........