If your soul is tired & weary,
then my friend give a listen to me.
Go to a land called Ireland,
not so far across the sea.
And if in fact you’re good of heart,
which reflects in all you do,
then the Angel of the Heather shall appear,
and she’ll sing her songs for you.
She’ll sing away your emptiness,
and smile away your fears…
and give you the gift of happiness,
which will last you through the years.
Now if you go, have a jar with the Murphy’s,
and some crack with the Driscoll’s too…
…and tell ‘em I love and miss ‘em,
and they’ll take good care of you.
And for every Irish smile you get,
be sure to give one back,
for that means more to them than gold,
and that’s a simple fact.
So when at last you leave her shores,
and her rolling hills embrace,
Just turn, tip your hat and pray….
and thank God for the Irish Race!
Chip O’Murray -‘84