Last Eyes of Ireland Camel

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 the land
Harvest would come
And we all lent a hand

But 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 appeased
The flame never died
Until we had to leave
And when we were gone
The house tumbled down
And covered our footprints
We'd left on the ground