Song of Ireland

I remember daddy playing on the violin,
jigs and reels that he brought from Ireland.
And I'm the first born in America, my friend.

I have never been there but someday I'll take a trip.
I'll cross the ocean on a big long silver ship.
Hear them sing those songs I learned from Mama's knee

I just close my eyes and I can almost see,
those shamrock hills and those forty shades of green.
And the roots that tie me to a land I've never known
are calling me home, are calling me home.

Sun shines through my window here in Tennessee.
God sure made this a pretty place to be.
But sometimes it just don't feel like home to me.

So I close my eyes and I can almost see
those shamrock hills and those forty shades of green.
And the roots that tie me to a land I've never known
are calling me home.
Are calling me home.
Are calling me home.