Paroles de Mother Mo Chroí

It was 1962 and I was

two years out of school

When I got on board a boat
That was bound for Liverpool

The day we sailed away

I remember it so well

Took a look at the North Wall

And bid a fond farewell



It's a hard thing to leave the land

of your childhood

Touched by the rivers

And kissed by the sea
To leave dear old Ireland and

Mother Mo Chroí



Though I am going far away

And I may never return here

There is one thing

that I'll keep within me

Deep in my heart a furious devotion

The love of old Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi



On the top of the Pentonville Road

I saw the sun setting

The town laid out before me

Looked beautiful to me

Away from all the sighing

The suffering and the dying

I dreamed of the future

The young and the free



But the years they go by quickly

Now I know I can't remain here

Where each day brings me closer

To that final misery

My kids will never scrape shit round here

And I won't die crying in a pint of beer

I'm going back to Ireland and Mother Mo Chroí