Lyrics:
stairway to heaven
'Cause at the end most men would fall
To her knees, the boys would plead
Come take me by the hand
Let's dance a jig to this good old Irish
I hope they had an old Irish wake
For the man who wrote the West Country Lady
He lived over yonder but now he's gone home
To be dancing on a far
her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day
Too ra loo ra loo ral
Too ra loo ra li
Too ra loo ra
That's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good old
her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Hush
her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral
Hush
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mother sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
Over in Kelarny many years ago
My mother sang a song to me in tone so sweet and low
Just a simple little bitty in her good old Irish way
And I'd
Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish
Over in Cararne
Many years ago
My mother sang a song to me
In a tone so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty
In her good old Irish ways
in on that old rocking chair
It seemed like mama just couldn't stop rocking
And her green Irish eyes held the stare
Mama was humming a tune someone
Strawberry blonde with curls
She gets hair done then she gossips
With the younger waitress girls at the bar
The old Irish rose
Drinking strawberry wine
Now please don't get me wrong
What we need up here's a good old Irish sing-song
We've got all the players of irish rebel fame
And to end the night will
That's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low
Just a simple little ditty in her good old
That's an Irish lullaby
Over in Killarney
Many years ago
My mother sang a song to me
In tones soft and low
Just a simple, little ditty
In her old Irish way
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
Over in Cararne
Many years ago
My mother sang a song to me
In a tone so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty
In her good old Irish ways
window now real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what shape she takes st paddy's day, old irish man shamrocks painted on his
We had eight million bales of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was old Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When
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