From my youth comes a memory It lingers on like the love my father held for me "Take my hand," he would say to me "I'll take you home to a land you've never chanced to see"
When my father sang me Irish songs Each word became a dream His heart would cry a melody Through tears of emerald green
On velvet notes he'd carry me To where his heart belongs 'Twas my father's eyes I saw through When he sang me Irish songs
In my mind I have sailed Tralee And found a pride that's grown beyond my fantasy In his voice I would bathe in joy And feel the pain of the pipes that call for Danny Boy
Close your eyes and listen And close your hand in mine Can you see the shamrocks Can you smell the mulling wine?
Come dance upon the fiddle and Fly within your mind To the smiling eyes of Ireland Long before they criedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
