Celtic blues (Spinal Tap)

When I first laid eyes on county dunne I was green as the hills so high. But in later years the streets ran red with Blood neath the violet sky. I loved me a lass whose hair was long And brown as the finest stew And she swore by the stars in the jet black night She'd be true as the sky so blue. As I look back on the colors of me life I see them in faded hues. The red of the blood of the orange and the green The gray of the sky and the moon's silver sheen All give me the Celtic blues...