As many of our Italian friends, during second half of 2000s Rob left our country to search for a new job and a new life in Ireland; it was a sort of promised land for many of us, with good wages and a lot of opportunities. A few days after his arrival, Ireland turned upside down for the bank crisis. He would never wrote a song about this difficult time of his life, so I did it.
The night is almost over, I’m sat here on the ground
I can’t no longer stand up and greet the last ones going home
With hope down in my heart I leave the land where I was born
Saying fare thee well to all the ladies, friends and fellow men
There is no longer place for me, it’s time to leave and go
We drank the parting glass but I know we’ll meet again
I’m going where the sun shines after the morning rain
where the wind gently whistles songs of times gone by
I’m coming there, to green shamrock shore
‘twas a land of emigrants
now it’s our promised land
I’m coming there, to green shamrock shore
A bright new life awaits for me
A new hope warms my heart
So I landed in Dublin city with a few pennies left
I took the 41 with a huge bag on me back
I had a craic at Porterhouse, enjoying the city’s night
With floor as a pillow I found a place to rest
There were people from Poland, someone else from Spain
Tourists from the USA who squander all the day
Buskers, painters and fiddlers through the crowd on Grafton Street
Massive sales and giant ads on Penneys’ window pane
I’m coming there, to green shamrock shore
‘twas a land of emigrants
now it’s our promised land
I’m coming there, to green shamrock shore
A bright new life awaits for me
A new hope warms my heart
In a couple of days the world turned upside down
The telly told unexpectedly that recession was begun
Dublin cried silently the death of its own voice
Ronnie Drew was gone in that rainy August Day
For the following months I walked night and day
Entering each pub, but to apply for help
I searched almost everywhere but the answer was a “nay”
there was no longer work for anyone out there
When I went back, there was no one to wait for me
All me claimed friends avoided me but I never begged their help
It’s easy to judge when standing on the dry ground
But I can proudly say “oh shite, at least I’ve tried!”
I will come back, dear green shamrock shore
For I feel like a son
Taken right out of your arms
I will come back, dear green shamrock shore
There’s a hope still in my heart
and one day I’ll be back again
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