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Song's inception: 17th March 1993, living abroad in Italy; inspired to write a song for all those who leave Ireland for whatever reason. Relevant again in 2011
lyrics
The best feelings I did have
For the turf I did leave
Were the ones that made me glad
There'd someday be reprieve
But on such a day as this
I return there in my mind
And walk gently there
To bend down and kiss its magic celtic carpet
How am I to know if my seeds they will sow
In this foreign state outside my own
‘Twas me who did elope there
Leaving a ladder on the window ledge
And a stained letter to all my friends
Telling them I had to go away again
Chorus:
To the factories closed
Navvies ghosts
Fishermen dry-docked
Dole receivers and school leavers
Young mothers their babies to rock
Well I say..
Don’t lay down
Try and raise a cheer
On this one day of the year
There's a magic celtic carpet
‘neath our wandering, wandering feet
I've climbed down a thousand rungs
And broke my fall before
And got up to work at foraging
For love and for money and for more
So if I could send it all on home
Bitter sweet honey
It still would never ever be enough
To wipe the soil off these foreign hands
Repeat chorus:
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