The Dubliners

Air Fa La La Lo

There's lilt in the song I sing, there's laughter and love

There's tang o' the sea, and blue from heaven above

Of reason there's none, and why should there be forbye

With fire in the blood, and toes and light in the eye

Air fa la la lo horo air fa la la lay

Faleefalo horo air fa la la lay

The heather's ablaze, wi bloom the myrtle is sweet

There's song in the air, the road's a song at our feet

So step it along, as light as the bird on the wing

And stepping along, let us join our voices and sing

Air fa la la lo horo air fa la la lay

Faleefalo horo air fa la la lay

And whether the blood, be highland or lowland or no

And whether the skin, be white or black as the sloe

Of kith and kin we're one, be it right be it wrong

If only our hearts beat true, to the lilt o' the song

Air fa la la lo horo air fa la la lay

Faleefalo horo air fa la la lay