Drink a Round to Ireland - Judy Collins

Father was a singing man, most of what he sang

Had to do with Ireland, the place from where he came

Ireland of his childhood, Ireland of his spring

To return to Ireland was his dream

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I’m home again

Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who died for Irishmen

I guess he left his dreams to me after he was gone

And there were many years to come when I sang my father’s song

And so I came to Ireland, here I live today

Lately I’ve been wondering why I stay

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I’m home again

Drink a round to Jesus Christ who died for Irishmen

Dad, I think you’re fortunate your dreams did not come true

I know that it would break your heart to see the things we do

If you could see the murder here, if you could feel the pain

To see the way we live would bring you shame

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I’m home again

Drink a round to Jesus Christ who died for Irishmen

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I’m home again

Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who died for Irishmen