Oh Ireland, you have my heart
It was left there last year
And it’s been tearing me apart-
The heartache is severe
I miss the cool breeze and moist grass
The sheep roaming the fields
The common use of the word lass
The way the sea breeze healed
I miss the fiddles and the pub
Even the blood pudding-
The castles did make home feel small
Cliffs made us watch our footing
I want to kiss the Blarney Stone
For more years of good luck
I want to smell the rich cologne
The kind that really stuck
I really do miss Ireland
It’s rolling fields and stone
The place I really care for
The place that I call home
