lyrics
It's in the back roads of Roscommon
Where my Father's ghost goes by
Roaming through saint Coman's woods
Or neath a Roosky sky
Sometime in the distance
We all begin to see
That no one ever leaves a place
Where they're supposed to be
Early in the summer time
The country comes to town
When its hats scarfs or headbands
I can sense you looking down
Always and forever
The primrose and the blue
Always be remembered
A Rossie through and through
Born and raised by Croghan
Where the high priest once did dwell
I past that way just lately
A kings landsacpe it is still
Moving west to Clooncan
To the field that hides a crown
There to be remembered
By the footprints on the ground
Walking through Roscommon town
The walls began to talk
They told me how they came to be
By virtue of your hawk
They told me of the virtue
Of working what you see
Cause no one ever leaves a place
Where they're supposed to be.
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released April 4, 2013
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