It froze me half to death
I spent a week
In Galway town
Just to heal up my chest
My mother’s got Sligo blood
But I am Doolin’s guest
Waste my mind
Waste my time
Til there’s nothing really left
But I can always take one more
washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I’m every needing more
Is Ireland’s shore
The Guinness glasses
Bring whole-hearted laughs
I embellish
Story-telling
for a Gaelic lass
Until that foot stomps
And the whiskey bottle’s passed
Strike the drum
Pull the bow
And reach out for her hand
Cause I can always take one more
Washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I ever need more
Is Ireland’s shore
The rain rises high on cliffs of green
I look towards my home
far across the sea
From the place
where I hide
What’s left in my mind
The place
Where my blood was left behind
Now the time has come
For things I can’t ignore
So I wave goodbye to the Irish skies
From the Cliffs of Moher
And I drive through the Burren
To old Shannon’s port
But i turn away when they say
Last call for New York
Cause I can always take one more
Washed up on Ireland’s shore
The only thing I ever need more
Is Ireland’s shore
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