Looking back to Dooey Bay, travelling on to Tra na Rossan,
Atlantic Drive, you blow me away.
As you uprooted every tree, so you have now wasted me.
Atlantic Drive, you blow me away.
The tip of every cloud here rips and flaps across the stones.
These sheets of rain that chill me to my bones.
I’ve been everywhere I could, much amazement I have stood,
But Atlantic Drive, you blow me away.
In the face of the power of the sky and seas,
The grandeur of this world alone,
We can Stand Like A Rock, wave our arms like trees,
Or spin like driftwood in the foam.
You blow me away.