Mist of the Irish Sky

Flying into Shannon Airport
Early Sunday morning
Looking out my window
I can see it's bound to rain
It's not hurting me
When I can see
The gray clouds forming
It only means I'm home again

No pain and grieving
When I'm leaving
Like the old days
Those times were different
And I questioned my return
I've seen the world
And can't deny
She has her cold ways
But coming back I always learn

My path in life it takes me
So far from Erin's shore
But she remains
The lighthouse in my eyes
I return to welcomes
And an always open door
I'm renewed
By the mist of the Irish sky
I'm renewed
By the mist of the Irish sky

I recognize and sympathize
With all the old ones
They saw so many flee
The painful troubled times
They bear witness to the strength
Of all the new sons
We wear our pride by their design

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Some lands are blest
With bluer skies, eternal sunshine
Some folks allow
A spot of rain to ruin their days
There's a picture perfect place
Within my own mind
The Emerald Isle, the morning haze

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