IRELAND BE TRUE

This song is inspired by our travels to Ireland, the sights, sounds and people we met.
Song By Elliott Kayne

Writers and Rebels Hard Rocks and Pebbles
Grinding the castles to sand 
With Swords and the Cross They suffered their loss
For freedom they grasp in their hands

Castles and churches Rivers and bridges
Sheep in the meadows and fields
Graveyards and bards Barnyards and scarfs
Invite you in for a meal

A Kiss will grant me Blarney Colors Emerald and Blue
a song of the past and a nation at last
to Ireland be true to Ireland be true 

A pint in a pub sing stories of glory
Tenors with whiskey and beer
Knights of might fair maidens and priests
They fight for the right of good cheer

Distilleries artillery’s the long forgotten 
Drive the wild Irish coast
A line from Ulysses flavored by Whiskeys
Lift up your pint in a toast


Copyright 2021  Lyrics and Music by Elliott Kayne BMI
U4EA Music Productions

Ireland Be True

Bedroom  Door

She done me wrong .... thats why I sing the blues

Why I Sing the Blues

Me and the boys   /  went out to make noise  
to celebrate nothing at all  
We dropped down at the Dew / and through back a few 
And toasted to the gods and the walls
After praying to the porcelain gods 
and calling out to Ralph until dawn
The morning hit hard / I'm late for the job cause a 
woke up on somebody's lawn

Get the number of the truck 
What was the number of the truck that hit me
Last night I was the life of the party /  today I ran out of luck

I woke up in her blouse with the 
cops at my house and reporters from TV 
Now I'm on the news /I blame it all on the booze 
I swear don't remember a thing
My pants are on inside out and my mouth tastes like 
somebody else's feet
I cant  find my car / I didn't drive far 
cause they found it parked in the  tree

Oh what a night / I don't feel right / and I think I got  engaged
she said I give her a ring  I don't remember a thing 
I feel like a dog in a cage
she got me by the short hairs don't mean the whiskers on my face
All I could do / is keep  singing the blues 
and hide my head in disgrace

Number Of the Truck

Close your eyes and drift a  sleep 
and have no fear I'm right here beside you

I will love away your fears with all my heart and 
take you on a journey  little one

Put your hand in my hand
When you cross the street I am here to teach you

And to treat you tenderly you are my soul 
I take you on a journey  take you on a journey 
through your life on a journey its alright

Dream drift away far away through the night
my little one it will be be alright

As you grow becoming strong 
You may fall I'll be there catch you
I am your guide through it all as you go  
I'll take you on a  journey ….

Now you have grown and found yourself 
I may fall You may have to catch me
And when my time has passed and I go 
take me on your journey take me on your journey through your life on a journey it'll be alright

You're to Blame

Elliott Kayne