Go n-éirí an bóthar leat
Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl
Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh
Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna
Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís,
Go gcoinní Dia i mbos
My father’s father’s father swam
across the Atlantic ocean
Their names were saved on Ellis Island,
“Are you American?” “Aye, yes,
believe me, believe me, believe me when I tell you”
Believe me, believe me, believe me when I tell you
Now I hike the hills my family fled and
Now IRA plants talk the flowerbed
Why don’t you stay here?
Come close, my dear
Nothing to fear
Why don’t you stay here?
The work was scarce, they were unprepared
“No Irish or dogs need apply here”
At church each day they’d kneel and pray
I can hear them say “Dear God,
believe me, believe, believe me when I tell you”
Believe me, believe me when I tell you
Now I drink the dregs of history and
Now I raise a toast in memory
Why don’t you stay here?
Come close, my dear
Nothing to fear
Why don’t you stay here?
And why’d you say it’d last forever?
Why’d you say it’d last forever?
I wanna know when you’re coming home
When you’ll kiss your grandmother’s lips
When you’ll set the table and tell us of your trips
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