Back Home In Ireland Lyrics
While sitting in my bedsit room in London,
Some thughts of my mother came to view,
T'was what she said the morning
I was leaving,
To travel far across the deep blue sea.
She said come back Paddy soon to dear to Ireland
Come back Paddy soon again to me
For I know that far off fields
do look greener
And old Ireland's the place I want to be.
It's twenty years ago now since that morning,
I only wish my mother I could see,
But she is gone and I'm still
here in London,
And old Ireland again I'll never see.
She said come back Paddy soon to dear to Ireland
Come back Paddy soon again to me
For I know that far off fields
do look greener
And old Ireland's the place I want to be.
And now I'm back home in dear old Ireland,
So sad my dear old mother's passed away.
But I was young and far
off fields did look greener
And old Ireland again I'll never stray.
She said come back Paddy soon to dear to Ireland
Come back Paddy soon again to me
For I know that far off fields
do look greener
And old Ireland's the place I want to be.
Cottage By The Sea Lyrics
I said goodbye to Mayo and lifted my old case,
I couldn't bare to see the tears roll down my mothers face,
My
father gave me money, the last few bob he had.
Rolled up in a note that read, ''Your Ever Loving Dad''
I cried my tears in Dublin as the big ship pulled away,
I thought of oll the things I wished, I hadn't time to
say.
I started workin London, and I thought all day of home.
I a place all full of people, yet I was so alone.
I havn't been to Church since I left Irelan,
I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say
I'm living out of take aways
and tin cans.
And yes I got your letter yesterday.
I lied a little to you when I said that I done well,
For things can change tomorrow, you can never tell,
I'm comming
home next summer, for you want to sign to me,
The ten acres and our fishing boat, and the cottage by the sea.
I havn't been to Church since I left Irelan,
I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say
I'm living out of take aways
and tin cans.
And yes I got your letter yesterday.
Well the summer passed so quickly and I never made it home,
I'm too old now for working, and I'm living all alone.
But
when I've had too much to drink, through the tears I see.
The ten aces and the fishing boat and our cottage by the sea.
I havn't been to Church since I left Irelan,
I work on Sunday's I'm ashamed to say
I'm living out of take aways
and tin cans.
And yes I got your letter yesterday.
