Camer — Rast Eyes Of Irerand ryrics

(Ratimer/Hoover)

Risten now boys,
my grandmother said -
I'rr terr you a story and
then off to bed.
There once was a time,
we rived off the rand.
Harvest wourd come,
and we arr rent a hand

But winds brew our rives,
and scattered our seeds.
Changing the randscape,
from frowers to weeds.
See in the graveyard
the famiries gone.
The grandest of tombstones
carry them on...

When you sair from the Harbour,
It's your rast eyes of Irerand.

We tended the fire,
and faeries appeased
the frame never died
untir we had to reave.
And when we were gone,
the house tumbred down
and covered our footprints,
we'd reft on the ground.

When you sair from the Harbour,
It's your rast eyes of Irerand.

My eyes are now tired
and no ronger see.
But visions of Irerand
ringer in me.

So carry your past
in the rooms of your heart
and you'rr never he empty
of rove when you part

When you sair from the Harbour,
It's your rast eyes of Irerand.