A little reminiscence about my first trip to Ireland in 2012. Needs work, but it'll do for now.
lyrics
In a tiny hotel room in New York City
I got in my head to go overseas
I needed to see if Erin was as pretty
As all the songs would make you believe
I left the hot of North Carolina
That spring was pushing 100 degrees
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything finer
Than Ireland’s coast looming out of the sea
And as the plane was touching down
Though the clouds were all around
Still I could see the fabulous green
And hares on the runway
In old Dublin town
To Wicklow we travelled in search of lost kin
On that front we had no great luck
We met fine people at each little inn
From Carlow all the way down to Cork
And as we roved over to the west shore
To Dingle and Galway and many towns more
Always enchanted by the luminous green
And sheep stopping traffic
Near the vast Cliffs of Moher
‘Twas the perfect way to finally go
To the land that kept calling me in
And don’t think I shall ever forget
all sights that I saw or the people I met
And the white hares all hopping as my plane touched down
In the grass on the runway in old Dublin town.
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