When the moon is on the rise I wish that I could sing
like Ronnie Drew and John Sheahan would play the violin
we would sleep on new trains and new floors every night
new faces and new names new venues and new sights
The modern world would disappear in tunes
just like it did when I was 10 years old
Where I come from people don’t lock their doors
Where I come from we don’t care where youre from
Where I come from nights would last forever
Where I come from everyone sings together
The modern world just disappears in tunes
But I would cry every night thinking of you
My tears would fill a river deep and wide
just like the one where I played as a child
Misty meadow, fresh summer night air
always brings me back to the happy times we shared
Sleeping in tents, an adventure just to brush your teeth
searching for hedgehogs with flashlights before we get to sleep
Sand dunes, salt and the sound of the sea
is the only lullaby that I would ever need
The modern world just disappears in tunes
of Ronnie Drew, badminton and the king of stones
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