Ireland

Deer skins on velveteen
Spirit left to rise
Iron your shirt
Gather your things
Tonight we fly to Ireland

Top-to-tail
The beds we'll have to share
Place coasters on the drawers
Outside the cars will heave
As the congregation greets the priest

So call home all the roosters to rest
Who'll speak from the podium next
Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve
As life from the heart left howling

Inside the family retired
I sat with Joseph and his feminist bride
He passed me the can
A tip for the gate
Said heaven relies on those who donate

Drinks flowed and history awoke
Around sheltered ears she spoke
A hand me down heart
A ticket to ride
A gift to the earth of formaldehyde

So call home all the roosters to rest
Who'll speak from the podium next
Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve
As life from the heart left howlin



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Oreilly
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