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Rose Betts - Irish eyes

My mother says I have Irish eyes
Irish eyes, Irish eyes
My mother says I have Irish eyes
They go ever so blue under stormy skies
But they're never so blue as when I let them cry

My father says I have English hair
English hair, English hair
Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere
Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows
Like thе thorn in the stem of an English rose

I'm a map of thе world and the ones before
One foot in sea and one on shore
Every step, every hope flung high
I'm a map of them all with my Irish eyes

My nana says I have travelling feet
Travelling feet, travelling feet
Slippers for princesses don't fit me
But I dance to my own drum bright and bold
And my travelling feet always get me home

My sister says I've a restless soul
Restless soul, restless soul
Easy to catch, but I'm hard to hold
Like a song on the wind that you caught one day
I get under your skin, then I slip away

I'm a map of the world and the ones before
One foot in sea and one on shore
Every step, every hope flung high
I'm a map of them all with my Irish eyes
 

Sorry, I have to reply with my favourite Márta Sebestyén song, and I stop here for today:

Teremtés (Creation)

Let's the man knead God from clay,
Who will create world for him,
Where the man could fold paperboat for himself
and can get away with it the Flood.

Always look for new shores
to become dry.
Always look for new shores,
Until the last tide will wash him away.

Always look for new shores
to become dry.
Always look for new shores,
Until the last tide will wash him away.
 
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