Seven Nights In Eire

The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane A Virgin flight to Shannontown the day it didn't rain The laughing eyes of Ireland sparkling blue and green With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen We're back out on the cobblestones Whiskey drunk and high again Liquored up and gearing up for seven nights in Ireland The corner booth is waiting for the session to begin It's quiet as a mother's prayer 'till we all stumble in And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin And a piper man is blowing like the North Atlantic wind And an Aran island beauty is sawing on the violin I wonder will she miss me after seven nights in Ireland It's Ladies' Day in Galway and we watched the ponies run Fifty pounds against the odds and came in six to one McSwiggin heard the race report, he invited us on in So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound friends They raised a glass to all of us and we all toasted them Here's to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland Well we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear And when she walked me to the gate I swear I saw a tear But then she looked into my eyes I knew she felt my pain And only then I realized we were standing in the rain So save our places at the pub and when the eyes are dry again We'll come back another day for seven nights in Ireland