I'll Never Be With You In Ireland

With these tears in my eyes I can't see

the one I'm writing to over seas

Her eyes are the color of the land she is from

and her hair is the color of dark rum.

As I write to her while I'm here at home

I know that she's there and all alone

I knew I had to write, for there's no other way

And I'll keep her letters with me til my dying day.

As I hold your letter I'd rather be holding you

cause a letter or a call will never do

I'd rather have you right here beside me

But these tears in my eyes won't let me see.

For I'll never be with you in Ireland

looking in your eyes of emerald green

just to be walking hand in hand

with the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

All I hold in my hand is your picture

when I really want to hold your face

I'm sending you this piece of scripture

As I sit all alone with out your grace.

I miss your letters as you wrote me

about the chains that won't set you free

and the dragons that won't let you be

or the knight that you will never see.

My letter was returned the other day

with another from a friend of yours

She said she read it at your grave

I hope that it reaches heaven's shores.

For I'll never be with you in Ireland

looking in your eyes of emerald green

just to be walking hand in hand

with the prettiest girl I've ever seen.