Ireland sings to me most nights and some days. We spent a month there in 2005. I’ve been trying to go back (and if possible, stay) ever since. Yes, I’m one more of those people who want to be Irish. Seems everyone with a certain bent is inexorably drawn there.
G F G
You’ve roared 3000 miles to tear slate off my shore
You may just as well roar 3000 more
You can’t carry stone back over the sea
G Em G
But my children will always come back home to me
They’re scattered and gone to lands far away
To England, I fear, and Americay
Love among family, love for a friend
My children will always come back home again
Your waters are wide to my east and my west
But all of my children know where they’re loved best
Although they have wandered so far from my shore
My children will always come back home once more
I’ve outlived them all for so many a year
Their prologue is past, their future is clear
Though famines and wars will tear us apart
My children will always come back home at heart
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