Judy Collins Drink a Round to Ireland song lyrics

Father was a singing man, most of what he sang

Had to do with Ireland, the place from where he came.

Ireland of his childhood, Ireland of his spring

To return to Ireland was his dream.

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I'm home again.

Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who died for Irishmen.

I guess he left his dreams to me after he was gone

And there were many years to come when I sang my father's song.

And so I came to Ireland, here I live today,

Lately I've been wondering why I stay.

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I'm home again.

Drink a round to Jesus Christ who died for Irishmen.

Dad, I think you're fortunate your dreams did not come true.

I know that it would break your heart to see the things we do.

If you could see the murder here, if you could feel the pain

To see the way we live would bring you shame.

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I'm home again.

Drink a round to Jesus Christ who died for Irishmen.

Drink a round to Ireland boys, I'm home again.

Drink a round to Jesus Christ, who died for Irishmen.