When Irish eyes are smiling.....
They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle.
We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and the night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Yes I am home Ireland
We Were Forty Against Hundreds.....
"Ireland" Garth Brooks
Hope everyone has a great St. Patty's Day. I remember a friend of mine from work once telling me that St. Patty's Day isn't about being Irish, it's about looking at the world the way the Irish do, at the beauty and wonder of every day and everything. Or maybe about drinking beer. He wasn't quite sure. Maybe we should ask Kerry.....
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us all the while
And her heart it is in Ireland
Deep within the Emerald Isle.
We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and the night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Ireland.
Yes I am home Ireland
We Were Forty Against Hundreds.....
"Ireland" Garth Brooks
Hope everyone has a great St. Patty's Day. I remember a friend of mine from work once telling me that St. Patty's Day isn't about being Irish, it's about looking at the world the way the Irish do, at the beauty and wonder of every day and everything. Or maybe about drinking beer. He wasn't quite sure. Maybe we should ask Kerry.....
These Echoes In The Silence Brought To You By Azathoth100 at 11:29 AM
hey, thanks...happy st patty's day!! & you reminded me to drink beer tonight!! i'm not doing green beer anymore, though. that can have some unpleasant and strange side effects!!
St. Patrick was born Patricius during a time of war and religious instability in Roman Britain near the end of the fourth century. He was kidnapped and forced into slavery by the 'Pagans' of Ireland. He escaped around six years later but was determined to return to the country that had held him captive in effort to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity. He did return and he did do some conversions which in turn led to his sainthood. I have no idea how it originally began that St. Patricks day was a day to get wasted on green beer but my own personal theory is that considering that St. Patrick was considered unusual in his manner for a holy man in those days. He was a very rough, tough and vigorous man. He was also a visionary and understanding of peoples beliefs instead of forceful in his conversions. He knew that the Irish were used to celebrating their gods with fire. So in turn he chose to burn huge bonfires to help them celebrate Easter. He also superimposed a sun, a symbolism used often by the Irish, onto a christian cross to make what is now called the Celtic cross. His vigorous personality also included his urge to stop in the nearest pagan pub and sit down, have a beer and start converting folks. March 17th is the day of St. Patricks death.
So, well theres the easy version of the story of St. Patrick.
Maybe by the time we are all old we will take another saint who everyone admired and dub it a holiday to drink multi-colored beers.
I am all for it!
*Fun St. Pattys fact!
The first St. Patrick's Day parade took place not in Ireland, but in the United States.*
ahhhhh irish, I love em. I'm part, but not all.
I'm wearing green, eating celery for lunch, watching the Leprechan movie on sci fi, and I'm gonna be cooking corned beef and cabbage this weekend. heheheheh
I met my love
by the gasworks wall
dreamed a dream
by the old canal
kissed my girl
by the factory wall
dirty old town
dirty old town
Goddam I love the Pogues....
-Getting drunk @ moms tonight w/Amazonia
see ya later guys
I love it that you posted this for the 17th!
Cheerios to all things Irish!
:D