Seven Nights in Eire Songtext
von River Driver

The first pub we could stagger to was twelve steps from the plane
A virgin flight from Shannantown the day it didn′t rain
The laughing eyes of Ireland stood sparkling blue and green
With hair as black as Guinness stout and barely seventeen
We're back out on the cobblestones, whiskey drunk and high again
Liquored up and gearing up for seven nights in Ireland


The corner booth is waiting for the session to begin
And it′s quiet as a mother's prayer till we all stumble in
And it's fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin
And a piper man is blowing like the North Atlantic wind
And an Aran Island beauty is sawing on the violin
I wonder if she′ll miss me after seven nights in Ireland

Well it′s ladies day in Galway and we watched the ponies run
With fifty pounds against the odds and keeping six to one
Mick Swiggin heard the race report, he invited us all in
So we drank Catholic whiskey with all our newfound friends
They raised a glass to all of us and we all toasted them
Here's to Michael, Tom and Pat and seven nights in Ireland


Well we kissed all the girls goodbye and gathered in our gear
And when she walked me to the gate I swore I saw a tear
But then she looked into my eyes, I know she felt my pain
It was only then I realized we were standing in the rain
So save our places at the pub and when our eyes are dry again
We′ll come back some other day for seven nights in Ireland