In the East End of London I met an old man
He kept a bar called The Horses
My parents were Irish, they loved that dear land
The cockney he smiled and he shook my old hand.
heart is in Ireland, it´s there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land,
my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me.
Near a coalmine in Wales by a roadside cafe
young girl came smiling to me and did say
Well, my folks are from Ireland me dad he hopes one day
When he leaves the
mines sure we´ll go back to stay.
Then I went through the midlands to each city and town
I found there were Irish
in each place I roamed
And I drank and I sang in a pub they called The Crown
With the Birmingham Irish we sang songs
Then I went north to Scotland to Glasgow on the Clyde
I met with some young lads, said Celtic´s our side
our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green
That country we love, but it's a place we´ve not seen.