Suzanne Clachair - When My Father Sang Me Irish Songs

From my youth comes a memory
It lingers on like the love my father held for me
"Take my hand," he would say to me
"I'll take you home to a land you've never chanced to see"

When my father sang me Irish songs
Each word became a dream
His heart would cry a melody
Through tears of emerald green

On velvet notes he'd carry me
To where his heart belongs
'Twas my father's eyes I saw through
When he sang me Irish songs

In my mind I have sailed Tralee
And found a pride that's grown beyond my fantasy
In his voice I would bathe in joy
And feel the pain of the pipes that call for Danny Boy

Close your eyes and listen
And close your hand in mine
Can you see the shamrocks
Can you smell the mulling wine?

Come dance upon the fiddle and
Fly within your mind
To the smiling eyes of Ireland
Long before they cried