My son and I today we went
From Robertstown to Clare
A pub meal awaited us
To satisfy our hunger

As we crossed the country side
The wind was howling madly
The fields that had been ploughed
The wind was scattering badly

The vision in front of us
Was getting rather blurry
All this dust kicked up
This drive was a real worry

As we came to a cross road
We could barely see the wind farm
Hit the skids, drifted across
And carried on to Clare

Finally we reached the place
And our lunch there awaited
Only thing we need to go
And brave the journey backward