I come from where
the people are always good fun, and times can be hard, for the
work is still done, there's hills and there's mountains and their winding rocky
roads, to see the River Shannon change direction as it flows.
There's many a time
I've traveled so far away, and when I come home, I still feel I
want to stay,
Cause all the things I'm used to will never be the same,
I want to come back again and again.
Whenever you get the
time to think about your home, It will be because you're feeling
all alone,
You've got to be prepared to satisfy your mind And take yourself
back to where you were a child.
That island of my
dreams I've been so close to day by day, the harvester and
farmers are all out saving the hay,
Christmas time and New Year's Eve is not so far away,
we're only getting ready for the grandSt. Patrick's Day.
