Gods Country

[JohnGalway 1,043]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZgUsniGOpA

 

A lot of people think they live in God's county, well fúck ye because I really do When I pass West of Maam Cross on the N59 from Galway City to Conamara, no matter where I've just come from, I feel at home. I see the blanket bog and quiet desolation stretch in front of me. I see the Maumturk Mountains first, the the Twelve Bens stretch away from me, usually blanketed in cloud. I know we're a people out on our own, away from the rest of the country. Forgotten and ignored until playtime for the rich in the Summer and I say this is ours and no one elses. This is my place poor or rich I can be happy here. I can walk my mountains, let the grains of sand pour through my fingers on my beaches and see all the wonder around me. I can shoot my duck, stalk my deer, snare my bunny, and outwit my fox. I can say f**k you to the political canvassers and enjoy the company of my friends. I can work my land, breed my sheep and revel in my surround. I know the Atlantic waits for me at the end of my road. White topped breakers in Winter and glistening flat calm welcoming sea for the mackerel in late Summer. This is my land, this is who I am.

 

I am poor, I am not rich. But, by God, I am happy to live where I do, I am blessed amongst men.

 

Follow your dream.

 

You only live once.

Edited November 20, 2010 by JohnGalway

[Casso 1,264]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZgUsniGOpA

 

A lot of people think they live in God's county, well fúck ye because I really do When I pass West of Maam Cross on the N59 from Galway City to Conamara, no matter where I've just come from, I feel at home. I see the blanket bog and quiet desolation stretch in front of me. I see the Maumturk Mountains first, the the Twelve Bens stretch away from me, usually blanketed in cloud. I know we're a people out on our own, away from the rest of the country. Forgotten and ignored until playtime for the rich in the Summer and I say this is ours and no one elses. This is my place poor or rich I can be happy here. I can walk my mountains, let the grains of sand pour through my fingers on my beaches and see all the wonder around me. I can shoot my duck, stalk my deer, snare my bunny, and outwit my fox. I can say f**k you to the political canvassers and enjoy the company of my friends. I can work my land, breed my sheep and revel in my surround. I know the Atlantic waits for me at the end of my road. White topped breakers in Winter and glistening flat calm welcoming sea for the mackerel in late Summer. This is my land, this is who I am.

 

I am poor, I am not rich. But, by God, I am happy to live where I do, I am blessed amongst men.

 

Follow your dream.

 

You only live once.

 

Your a contented man john, im pleased for ya,,simple pleasures in life are always the most heart warming,,best of luck

[tb25 4,627]

amen

[stainlee 27]

Enjoy mate

[wexford Pa 84]

Amen brother..

If we can only sort out this corrupt government i think this could be paradise..

.... Pk

[KittleRox 2,147]

I reckon you were pissed when you wrote this lol,

[Malt 379]

I reckon you were pissed when you wrote this lol,

 

That's what I was thinking! John, you can't live in Gods country, because I do!

[johnny boy68 11,726]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZgUsniGOpA

 

A lot of people think they live in God's county, well fúck ye because I really do When I pass West of Maam Cross on the N59 from Galway City to Conamara, no matter where I've just come from, I feel at home. I see the blanket bog and quiet desolation stretch in front of me. I see the Maumturk Mountains first, the the Twelve Bens stretch away from me, usually blanketed in cloud. I know we're a people out on our own, away from the rest of the country. Forgotten and ignored until playtime for the rich in the Summer and I say this is ours and no one elses. This is my place poor or rich I can be happy here. I can walk my mountains, let the grains of sand pour through my fingers on my beaches and see all the wonder around me. I can shoot my duck, stalk my deer, snare my bunny, and outwit my fox. I can say f**k you to the political canvassers and enjoy the company of my friends. I can work my land, breed my sheep and revel in my surround. I know the Atlantic waits for me at the end of my road. White topped breakers in Winter and glistening flat calm welcoming sea for the mackerel in late Summer. This is my land, this is who I am.

 

I am poor, I am not rich. But, by God, I am happy to live where I do, I am blessed amongst men.

 

Follow your dream.

 

You only live once.

Very well put fella

But the song you put up is about America though

[SNAP SHOT 194]

Fine Words john,

 

i my sentiment is that of your's and the playground for the rich in summer really strikes a cord with me.....

 

Erin go bra....

[JohnGalway 1,043]

I reckon you were pissed when you wrote this lol,

 

Possibly

 

Only starting to feel half well again now

 

Long feckin time before I think that'll be a good idea again :sick:

[Malt 379]

I reckon you were pissed when you wrote this lol,

 

Possibly

 

Only starting to feel half well again now

 

Long feckin time before I think that'll be a good idea again :sick:

 

[cúagusgiorraí 57]

Well John, I share in your sentiments. We certainly live in paradise here in the West of Ireland.

[Malt 379]

Well John, I share in your sentiments. We certainly live in paradise here in the West of Ireland.

 

Must be something about living in the West, it's pretty stunning here on the West coast of Wales too!