There's a land I love across the sea, when the wind blows it beckons me
Come back my son it seems to say, come home to rest you've lived your day
When I was young I had to roam, in a new land I found my home
My fortune's made my heart now yearns, for my land of birth I must return
Come back my son, come home to stay, where the skies are blue and the donkeys bray
Where rivers flow to the Irish sea, come back my son come home to me
My memory takes me back again, to my childhood days on the pastures green
Where the cattle graze and the sheep do laze, and the wildflowers bloom as you've never seen
The cottage stands as in days of yore, the paint is peeled from the parlour floor
But the welcome mat lies as before, below the stoop of the kitchen door
As my life ebbs I'm homeward bound, a wearied heart now safe and sound
Where I belong for my last days, among the hills where the treetops sway
Old Man Flanagan's Ghost - Last Ballad Lyrics
Old Man Flanagan's Ghost - Last Ballad Lyrics
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There's a land I love across the sea, when the wind blows it beckons me
Come back my son it seems to say, come home to rest you've lived your day
When I was young I had to roam, in a new land I found my home
My fortune's made my heart now yearns, for my land of birth I must return
Come back my son, come home to stay, where the skies are blue and the donkeys bray
Where rivers flow to the Irish sea, come back my son come home to me
My memory takes me back again, to my childhood days on the pastures green
Where the cattle graze and the sheep do laze, and the wildflowers bloom as you've never seen
The cottage stands as in days of yore, the paint is peeled from the parlour floor
But the welcome mat lies as before, below the stoop of the kitchen door
As my life ebbs I'm homeward bound, a wearied heart now safe and sound
Where I belong for my last days, among the hills where the treetops sway
Come back my son it seems to say, come home to rest you've lived your day
When I was young I had to roam, in a new land I found my home
My fortune's made my heart now yearns, for my land of birth I must return
Come back my son, come home to stay, where the skies are blue and the donkeys bray
Where rivers flow to the Irish sea, come back my son come home to me
My memory takes me back again, to my childhood days on the pastures green
Where the cattle graze and the sheep do laze, and the wildflowers bloom as you've never seen
The cottage stands as in days of yore, the paint is peeled from the parlour floor
But the welcome mat lies as before, below the stoop of the kitchen door
As my life ebbs I'm homeward bound, a wearied heart now safe and sound
Where I belong for my last days, among the hills where the treetops sway
Writer: Dorothy Lamb, Stephen Lamb
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