Oh I met her on the cliffs Of Moher, a lovely girl in a lovely land.
She said she came from Philadelphia, a city in
a far off land.
She said she always wanted to see Ireland,
A place she calls her ancestral home,
Her people came
from Tippeary,from Cork from Belfast and Tyrone.
The land of beauty and of mistery, this aincent land I love.
A land of history and tragady, this is the land I love.
Land
of beauty and tranquility, of our music and our songs.
A land of mystery and tragedy, this is the land I love, Ireland.
So I walked around The Ring Of Kerry,Killarney's Lakes and Cashel's walls.
Through lofty hills and plesant lalleys,
she found a land that was her home.
Then the Georgian streets of Dublin City, love blossemed like a summer's rose.
Then
to Tara's Hills of aincent legent, and Newgrange at the evening's close.
The land of beauty and of mistery, this aincent land I love.
A land of history and tragady, this is the land I love.
Land
of beauty and tranquility, of our music and our songs.
A land of mystery and tragedy, this is the land I love, Ireland.
There we walked the Streets Of Ulster, I've seen devided troubled land.
With emblems flags and colours blazing,
a divided people a divided land.
On Antrim's Coast we saw great beauty, the Causeway we took photographs
From Derry's
Walls right through Lough Eirn's we shared our jokes and songs and laughs.
The land of beauty and of mistery, this aincent land I love.
A land of history and tragady, this is the land I love.
Land
of beauty and tranquility, of our music and our songs.
A land of mystery and tragedy, this is the land I love, Ireland.
We said goodbye on The Cliffs Of Moher, in a fleeting glance love passed us by.
As the sun was merging with the
ocean and disappering from the sky.
Then the moon rose up in great defiance, the stars were twinkling in the sky.
In
the shadows of that summer's evening, we kissed once more and said goodbye, Ireland.
