So cool to see my song on Spotify…

Oh, Ireland

A distant place that I oft fail to see,
has been erased from my memory.

She’s clothed in green, unlike any that I’ve seen,
and from the ground pours the emery.

Satin skies give way to an auburn guise,
and I’m left spinning in a field.

Birds of blue sing not a note out of tune,
and all my wounds have quickly healed.

‘Tis the land where my great grandfather
Walked hand in hand with my great grandmother.
‘Tis the land I’d like to call home.

‘Tis the land where my great grandfather
Walked hand in hand with my great grandmother.
‘Tis the land I’d like to call home.

Oh, Ireland take me home to thee,
Oh, Ireland.

Oh, Ireland take me home to thee,
Oh, Ireland.

Murky

Muddy water,
murky like some muddy water –
that I keep sippin’
even though,
I know it ain’t for me.

The warden’s daughter,
Lonesome like the warden’s daughter –
that I keep wantin’
even though,
I know she ain’t for me.

She ain’t nobody’s
and I ain’t nowhere –
Nowhere’s now
the place to be.

She ain’t nobody’s
and I ain’t nowhere –
Nowhere’s now my home
ya see?