WELL I’VE DONE MY SHARE OF RAMBLING, I’VE SAILED THE
OPEN SEAS
MADE A HOME IN EVERY KINGDOM, UNDER SUN AND GENTLE
BREEZE
BUT NO MATTER WHERE LIFE TAKES ME, I’LL ALWAYS THINK
OF YOU
AND MY LOVE FOR DEAR OLD IRELAND AND THE DREAMS
THAT GET ME THROUGH, THEY GET ME THROUGH, GET ME
THROUGH.

WELL THEY CAUGHT ME ON THE HILLSIDE, THEY CAUGHT ME
WITH THE CORN
THEY PUT ME ON THAT COFFIN SHIP AND I WAS GONE BY
DAWN
FOR TWO MONTHS I HAVE TRAVELED, FOR TWO MONTHS AND
A DAY
FLOATING ON THAT DEVILS STORM INTO MASSACHUSETTS
BAY.

CHORUS
AND IT’S YOU......THE ONE WHO GETS ME THROUGH
O YES IT’S YOU........IM COMING HOME TOO.
AND IT’S YOU.......THAT BECKONS ME
THE LAND WHERE I ROAMED FREE, THE MAN I USED TO BE.

WELL THEY FORCED ME INTO LABOR, I WAS BOUND BY IRON
CHAINS
BUT ON THAT SUMMER MORNING I MADE MY QUICK ESCAPE
SO I JOINED THE AMERICAN ARMY AND I FOUGHT AT BUNKER
HILL
ON JUNE THE 17TH THAT YEAR, ENGLISH BLOOD DID SPILL.

CHORUS
AND IT’S YOU......THE ONE WHO GETS ME THROUGH
O YES IT’S YOU........IM COMING HOME TOO.
AND IT’S YOU.......THAT BECKONS ME
THE LAND WHERE I ROAMED FREE, THE MAN I USED TO BE.

I WAS ONE OF THIRTY CAPTURED, STOOD TO HANG IN THE
TOWN SQUARE
BUT EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, I AWOKE TO MY DESPAIR
I WAS ROLLING ON THE OCEAN I WAS BOUND FOR BOTANY
BAY, I FEAR I’LL NEVER SEE MY LAND, UNTIL MY DYING DAY.

CHORUS
AND IT’S YOU......THE ONE WHO GETS ME THROUGH
O YES IT’S YOU........IM COMING HOME TOO.
AND IT’S YOU.......THAT BECKONS ME
THE LAND WHERE I ROAMED FREE, THE MAN I USED TO BE.
AND IT’S YOU......THE ONE WHO GETS ME THROUGH
O YES IT’S YOU........IM COMING HOME TOO.
AND IT’S YOU.......THAT BECKONS ME
THE LAND WHERE I ROAMED FREE, THE MAN I USED TO BE.