Men of Aran
As I cleaned out my father's house
Memories lay everywhere
How his banjo sparkled
Laid upon his chair
That five-string telling stories
Of their tender years
In ganseys knitted for them
They set sail on mother's tears
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Inside a battered suitcase
Dad's sweater tucked inside
Recalling words he said to me
"Son wear this coat with pride"
We walked onstage, the crowd were cheering
Calling out our name
Every song they sang along
You might do the same
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
As long as Aran, it flows within our veins
That music like a thread we're off to tell our tales
Of four brothers that wore their coat of arms with pride
Across the great, the great divide
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Memories lay everywhere
How his banjo sparkled
Laid upon his chair
That five-string telling stories
Of their tender years
In ganseys knitted for them
They set sail on mother's tears
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Inside a battered suitcase
Dad's sweater tucked inside
Recalling words he said to me
"Son wear this coat with pride"
We walked onstage, the crowd were cheering
Calling out our name
Every song they sang along
You might do the same
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
As long as Aran, it flows within our veins
That music like a thread we're off to tell our tales
Of four brothers that wore their coat of arms with pride
Across the great, the great divide
There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small-town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Farrell, Darren Holden, Glen Power
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