Susan K. Rowse - All Sons of Ireland lyrics

Take a breath as deep you can Smell the pipe of a wee green man Hear him jingle golden coins Hear his laughter coming...going Robust singing... curled up toes Painted... Primary... Colored... Rainbows. Mushroom dodging... Giggling Sprite... Hiding in the pale moonlight Singing tunes of Irish lore Never stop... Sing some more... Magic happens in the heather Misty rain and balmy weather Merriment tickles in the night Hiding with the morning light Irish stories Dusk to dawn Playful antics Leprechauns Miles of shamrocks...pots of gold Harps playing on winding roads In the heather...legends call Sean, O'Brien Ethan, Paul Bobby, Gerry Molly McGuires Villages...steeples Higher and Higher Dingle cliffs k**arney and Fannin Wee ones and folk lore Dublin to Shannon Erin go Braugh St. Patrick and Sinn Fein The wee and the strong ones All sons of Ireland