Lyrics:

Listen now boys, my grandmother said -I'll tell you a story and then off to bed.There once was a time, we lived off t
he land.Harvest would come, and we all lent a handBut winds blew our lives, and scattered our seeds.Changing the landscape,
from flowers to weeds.See in the graveyard the families gone.The grandest of tombstones carry them on...When you sail from
the Harbour,It's your last eyes of Ireland.We tended the fire, and faeries appeasedThe flame never died until we had to le
ave.And when we were gone, the house tumbled downAnd covered our footprints, we'd left on the ground.When you sail from the
Harbour,It's your last eyes of Ireland.My eyes are now tired and no longer see.But visions of Ireland linger in me.So car
ry your past in the rooms of your heartAnd you'll never he empty of love when you partWhen you sail from the Harbour,It's y
our last eyes of Ireland.