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Hardly anyone had the tele'It was a different kind of worldHeaven was a game of footballBefore I ever kissed the girlsWe used to go out drivingWe'd travel near and farNearly every Sunday in meFather's oul' ford carHe'd be pointing out the landmarksEverywhere we'd go, through theTwistings , turning , winding roadsOf Galway and MayoMe mother in the front seatChildren in the backWe'd be imagining Indians in theFields waiting to attackAnd we'd be asking ? are we nearly there??Wearing clothes that cameIn a parcel from America,The two of us the sameHe'd be pointing........There's a stillness in the summerAir , sheep dog lying in the sunSongtexteThree young girls with butterfly netsBreak into a runNow the time flies by like alwaysI've got my own boy right nowLike cowboys in the oul' corollaWe go and drive aroundThe land was let go latelyBut I take him out that wayI show him where we cut the turfAnd where we saved the hayAnd I'll be pointing outThe landmarks ......... Aus Songtexte Mania