The lights are on in standuns
And the spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door
Is wide open
A sign on the wall
Says american also spoken
As spring comes to spiddal

The village girls go walking
By without their coats
The irish gaelic college
Is alive again with folk
Farmers gather talking
Freed from winters yoke
As spring comes to spiddal

A tourist with a telescope
And a funny looking german bloke
And a billy goat
All invoke
The summer soon to bloom

On a soft and fresh atlantic air
A mist of pollen floats
On galway bay I spy
A gaily painted fishing boat
Theres a rustle around the boreens
And a song on every throat
As spring comes
To spiddal