Ireland Vibes - Zigi

Driving in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time Driving with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time So when I was out in the desert And a cowboy tried to lasso me He said you're red and made of clay, a virgin portrait I let him wake me but decided not to stay Driving in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time Driving with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time Next in New York I fell out with a dragon Of the white collar kind but just as ferocious I remembered Macha running faster than the horses Then an encounter with a voice that caressed me Driving in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time A long time Driving with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time A long time Wasn't it you who held off a surrender To one spoiled nun who taught you the names Of the mountains on the moon and then a Jesuit Proceeded to arrange your soul while I prayed on my knees Driving in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time A long time Driving with my friends, yes On my way to Ireland It's been a long time A long time Such a long, long time It's been a long time A long time

I whimper when I see a meadow To think of all that I could be Oh, I'll grab my skirts And I'll run with the wind I am friends with femininity I run my hands through blazing fire My freckles splattered on pearly skin I am swimming naked in pools of starlight How I miss the days of my soulful kin I watch the days pass And my heart aches on To think of all I'm missing And the things I haven't done I'll hold on until my lungs give out And I can breathe again In the sweet, sweet air of Ireland I hear the call from fields of heather My name is whispered on the wind And it promises that we will be together Oh, the Cliffs of Moher are my oldest friends I feel the faerie drums and fiddles Light a match within my soul Oh, I see the magic around me in ripples As it lights the path that will guide me home I watch the days pass And my heart aches on To think of all I'm missing And the things I haven't done I'll hold on until my lungs give out And I can breathe again In the sweet, sweet air of Ireland I feel my ancestors around me Pull me close and hold me tight And it makes me feel just a little less lonely When I walk the glen in my dreams at night

'God save Ireland!' said the heroes 'God save Ireland' said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall! High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race And they went with souls undaunted to their doom 'God save Ireland!' said the heroes 'God save Ireland' said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall! (Verse Not In the Luke Kelly Collection) Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose For they thought of hearts that loved them for and near Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer Then with England's fatal cord around them cast Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly True to home and faith and freedom to the last 'God save Ireland!' said the heroes 'God save Ireland' said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall! Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away Of the gallant lives thus given for our land But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand God save Ireland! said the heroes 'God save Ireland' said they all Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall

They say mother earth is breathing With each wave that finds the shore Her soul rises in the evening For to open twilight's door Her eyes are the stars in heaven Watching o'er us all the while And her heart it is in Ireland Deep within the Emerald Isle We are forty against hundreds In someone else's bloody war We know not why we're fighting Or what we're dying for They will storm us in the morning When the sunlight turns to sky Death is waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Oh the captain he lay bleeding I can hear him calling me These men are yours now for the leading Show them to their destiny As I look up all around me I see the ragged tired and torn I tell them to make ready 'Cause we're not waiting for the morn Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland Now the fog is deep and heavy As we forge the dark and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence we draw near There are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland We were forty against hundreds