When the morning mist is rising
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And the Hudson nearly blue
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Where the branches all blowing
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And the sun comes sifting through
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I stare with homesick wonder
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For my thoughts all turn to you
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And my memory fills with deeper greens and blues
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And Ireland is always in the news
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I called your struggle useless
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And my home a battlefield
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And I cursed the hope of moving
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The stone that would not yield
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I left it all behind me
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Crying that your fate was sealed
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But the anger, not the love here I did lose
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And Ireland is always in the news
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But now I'm having nightmares
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For the picture will not fade
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Of one hundred black umbrellas
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Shining in the great parade
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But I guess I had it coming
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It's a cold hard price I paid
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For yes I did choose
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To find my brother's funeral in the news
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So don't you get your hopes up
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But I think I'm coming home
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For maybe there'll be freedom
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With one more shoulder to that stone
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I may end up a martyr
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But I will not end alone
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For you are a family that I can't refuse
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Oh, Ireland, you're dying in the news
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Ireland
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| Dar Williams |
