Lyrics
When I hear that wind blow, all a-cross the Wick-low Moun-tains, is it you I hear a cal-ling? John-ny Boy, oh, John-ny Boy. When I look to the west, out a-cross the Ri-ver Shan-non, I can still see you smi-ling. John-ny Boy, oh, John-ny Bo
the leaves have turned to brown, and win-ter's due, as I watch the sun go down, I'll think of y
I hear that wind blow, all a-cross the Wick- low Moun- tains, Sure, it's you I'll h
al-ling, John-ny Boy, oh, John-
.