Irish is My Name
My motherland is calling me
In my far away dreams it whispers to me
Come home and sit by the blue inis waters so green
Knees down on the ground, kiss the blarney stone, brings luck to thee
Hit the pub ,drink the ale dark and brown
Listen to the Celtic songs, dance a jig round and round
Watch for the star you wish on with glee
Soak in the sun blue skies, fluffy clouds over me
Walk the countryside with your kin
Hunt down your roots ,find where the circle begins
Hit the pubs ,rub elbows with those ye love
Play a game of darts or to for a extra buck
Sit in the grass find a shamrock for luck
St. Francis is celebrated for he's the saint at hand
Church celebrations carry on through the land
Luck of the Irish they say is your gift
Laddies and Lassies sharing a kiss
Wearing my hat, I leave you with this rumor
Irish are great for folklore and humor
Leprechaun walk the trails at night
Pots of gold they leave over the hills in sight
An ole Irish Proverb is calling to thee
God Bless Ole Ireland motherland to me
Sharon
May those that love us, love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.
