Eyes of Ireland – Camel – letras

Latimer/HooverListen now boys,my grandmother said -I’ll tell you a story andthen off to bed.There once was a time,we lived off the land.Harvest would come,and we all lent a handBut winds blew our lives,and scattered our seeds.Changing the landscape,from flowers to weeds.See in the graveyardthe families gone.The grandest of tombstonescarry them on…When you sail from the Harbour,It’s your last eyes of Ireland.We tended the fire,and faeries appeasedthe flame never dieduntil we had to leave.And when we were gone,the house tumbled downand covered our footprints,we’d left on the ground.When you sail from the Harbour,It’s your last eyes of Ireland.My eyes are now tiredand no longer see.But visions of Irelandlinger in me.So carry your pastin the rooms of your heartand you’ll never he emptyof love when you partWhen you sail from the Harbour,It’s your last eyes of Ireland.