Take Me Back To Dear Old Ireland
Composer(s): Morrison
Performer(s): Cavan O’Connor



There’s a spot called dear old Ireland that is always calling me
An exile from my native land so far across the sea
And every time I see a vessel waiting in the bay
I feel I want to go aboard, and then I want to say

Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland

Sure it’s many years since I have seen that land so dear to me
The scenes of happy childhood treasured in my memory
The longing in my heart is growing stronger day by day
To be once more on Irish soil, and that is why I say

Take me back to dear old Ireland, anywhere at all
The lakes of Connemara or the hills of Donegal
When I get home no more I’ll roam to any foreign strand
Here’s my fare, oh! Take me there to dear old Ireland