And Ireland opens her arms
to catch that Aussie breeze
lost daughters of this island
decendants of deportees.
They'll experience the irish laughter
eat thier bread with a bowl of stew
washed down with a pint of guinness
and a bit of craic thats overdue.
Maybe they'll find a leprehaun
and grip him by his pants
he'll pull them to a fairy ring
where they'll get drunk and have a dance.
But when they see the mountains
sweeping down to the sea
the flight to New York gets canceled
because they'll still have plenty to see.
Driving down our tiny roads
towards the shamrock fields
mystery, purity and beauty
in you hearts forever will be sealed.
Gold trophy winner
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