One, two, three, four
I remember Daddy playin' on the violin
Jigs and reels that he brought from Ireland
And I'm the first born in America, my friend
I have never been there but someday I'll take a trip
Across the ocean on a big long silver ship
Hear them sing those songs I learned from Mama's lips
I just close my eyes and I can almost see
window
violin
through
three
those
there
shines
shamrock
sometimes
close
across
almost
tennessee
forty
ocean
place
america
green
known
reels
songs
brought
never
hills
daddy
pretty
first
remember
ireland
silver
learned
someday
friend
roots
shades
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