Band Without a Country - The Irish Rovers

WE LEFT OUR HOME IN IRELAND MANY YEARS AGO

AND CROSSED THE WIDE ATLANTIC TO A PLACE CALLED MIMICO

JUST OUTSIDE TORONTO WE STARTED OUR NEW LIFE

FAR FROM DEAR OULD IRELAND HER TROUBLES AND HER STRIFE

RAISED WITH LOVE AND MUSIC WE KNEW THE OLD SONGS WELL

I MET BIG JIM FROM BELFAST AND TOGETHER WE DID GELL

IT WAS DERRY’S QUAY AND BRIGID FLYNN AND WHISKEY IN THE JAR

WHEN JOE WOULD SING KELLSWATER THERE WAS QUIET IN THE BAR

A BAND WITHOUT A COUNTRY A BAND WITHOUT A HOME

AND YET WE’RE ALWAYS WELCOME NO MATTER WHERE WE ROAM

NO ONE WANTS TO CLAIM US NO ONE KNOWS WE’RE THERE

A BAND WITHOUT A COUNTRY IS OUR CROSS TO BEAR

WE TRAVELLED CROSS THE COUNTRY TO CANADA’S WESTERN SHORE

WILL WAS SINGING CHILDREN’S SONGS ‘TWAS THERE HE JUMPED ON BOARD

WE LEFT FOR CALIFORNIA WITH A POCEKTFUL OF DREAMS

THE GOODSHIP IRISH ROVER WAS SAILING AT FULL STEAM

THE ICEHOUSE AND THE TROUBADOUR BECAME OUR STOMPING GROUNDS

THE PURPLE ONION HUNGRY i THE CIRCUIT WE WENT ROUND

THE BITTEREND THE LUMBERMILL AND MECCA WERE THE CREAM

WE PLAYED THEM ALL FROM EAST TO WEST AND ALL SPOTS IN BETWEEN

SHEL WAS WRITING STORES AND SINGING ON THE SIDE

HE LET US HAVE HIS UNICORN AND WE TOOK IT FOR A RIDE

IT SERVED US WELL A GOOD FEW YEARS FIFTY COMES TO MIND

WHEREVER WE WENT ROVING ROUND PROVIDENCE WAS KIND

NOT IRISH ENOUGH FOR IRELAND THAT’S HARD TO UNDERSTAND

AND CANADA TURNED HER BACK BECAUSE WE’RE NOT FROM NEWFOUNDLAND

SO WE’LL LEAVE IT TO THE PEOPLE OUR FANS BEYOND COMPARE

THE ONES WHO HEAR THE MUSIC OF THE BOYS FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE

GOLD RECORDS ON THE WALL A DOORWAY TO THE PAST

MEMORIES TO PONDER ON BUT MEMORIES NEVER LAST

BUT MUSIC LIVES FOREVER AND WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE A SONG

BUT STILL I HAVE TO WONDER WHERE THE HELL DO WE BELONG