Roaring Water Bay

Singing God Bless America from a barefoot hill
Rain and tears were her only tune singing the saddest of farewells
Now she smiles through the soft days but the hard days still remain
As she thinks of those who never will return to the Roaring Water Bay

Thirty years worth of letters home from New York state
Photographs from across the world causes to cheer the lonely heart
How she wished she could see them all on the streets of Skibbereen
But she knows the brothers never will return to their Irish home again

On the bay
On the Roaring Water Bay
Born of the blood
And Irish ways

Singing God Bless America the young men came
Irish hearts with their Yankee words dancing in Dublin in the rain
Heading south on the West Coast road as they search to find their names
It's a long way down from Newark through to Cork
And the Roaring Water Bay

© John Richards and Dave Jones

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