In the summer, we'll go walking   Way down to the river down the Curra road   There's a blue sky we'll walk under   Listen to the humming bees and on we’ll go   We won't worry about the traffic   Worry about the way to go   Worry about the phone   In the summer, we'll go walking   Way down to the river down the Curra road      Past the cattle at their grazing   Through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak   Past the robin on the gatepost   Singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host   We won't worry about the winter   Worry about it raining   Worry about the snow   In the summer, we'll go laughing   Way down to the river down the dusty road      There is music in the river   Listen to it dancing underneath the bridge   The wind is hardly breathing   Words onto the willow branches overhead   We won't worry about the government   Worry about the way to go   Worry about the hay   In the summer, we'll go walking   Hand in hand together down the dusty way