THE GREEN ISLAND
J. Crowley

1. Nobody knows the answers how the dark clouds keep rolling each day
Casting a shadow upon us from Antrim to sweet Bantry Bay.
In their droves all the people are leaving. Sure 'tis worse than the black '44
When they sailed away over the ocean with their dreams and their humble sea stores.

CHORUS: What a legacy! Such a tragedy! Thousands are saying goodbye.
The land of the eagle is calling as we bid the green island goodbye.

2. Its only six hours to Boston, and if you serve your time on the plane,
In no time at all you're a chippy as good as the rest at the game.
At Sally O'Brien's we'll be dancing but we'll go back someday maybe when
The blue moon it hangs over (?) and the river runs up Spancil Hill

3. Is this a good time to remember the brave men and women who died,
Whose vision is misrepresented by the shadows who flicker and hide?
They dish out their perks and their pensions while the big fellow turns in his grave
To see the bright diamonds and jewels passed on the cold crest of the wave.

CHORUS: What a legacy! Such a tragedy! Thousands are saying goodbye.
One last long look cast behind us as we bid the green island goodbye.


From Paddy Reilly's "Now" album, Lunar Records JBCD007

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