Thanks to the Irish

Thanks to the Irish (Musik & Text: Michael Fliegner)

On day one of our journey we crossed the Irish Sea,
a hotel at the harbour, the first place we´d got to be.
With a look out to the Old Head we played „Johnny“ at the shore
and in Dingle at An Conair´s „Taking back the land“ once more.

In the morning a Full Breakfast, noon till dawn the Irish sun,
on the left always the seaside, we are Anduril on the run.
In the evening a grilled Sirloin, grab a can of tasteful black,
take a look out to the ocean where the sun burns a ship´s deck.

You warmed our hearts with your smile, we felt welcome in your land,
you made us a home for a while, made it easy for our band,
there is just one thing for sure: One day we will be back
to the beauty of the forty shades and the taste of Irish Black.

Standing there upon green mountains, feeling like this must be fake,
breathing in the magic moments at the mystic Barley Lake.
Climb the steps up to the monks and birds, Little Skellig in the mist,
throw the balls down on the Blasket Sand, Mr. Rhythm raise your fist.

So we say: „Thanks to the Irish and to our promised land,
you warmed our hearts with your smile, we felt welcome in your land.“