No Place Like Ireland

No Place Like Ireland

I travel the world and the seven seas and there is no place like Ireland.

I have partied in Roppongi, I have climbed inside Giant Buddha and there is no place like Ireland.

I have avoided pirates in the Malacca Strait to see the twin towers in Malaysia. Then back again to eat wings at the first Hooters in Asia. There is no place like Ireland.

I have bought tailored suits and fine steaks in Hong Kong. I have eaten fussy chicken right out of the egg in Korea, stay away from the So-Jo. I have traveled the States coast to cost and there is no place like Ireland.

I have seen the sun set from the beaches of tropical islands. I have sipped rum in the Caribbean, and shot tequila in Mexico. Almost open an account in the Caymans. Took pictures of the Burger Queen in Saint Thomas. There is no place like Ireland.

Camped in the rain in Switzerland, and ate chocolate cake in Germany. There is no place like Ireland.

No matter where I lay my head I night I always dream of Ireland. I see myself looking down on the lakes in the Connemara Mountains, or standing at the edge of the Cliffs of Mohair. I am counting sheep as they graze on the side of the road while I am counting sheep . I follow the stone fences into town to join the fun at the pub and get a bite to eat.

There is no place like the Isle of Éire.