To tune of “I Still Call Australia Home”
I’ve waited for airplanes that refuse to take off
From morning till night-time and then the next day
But no matter the future
I’m sick of that gnome.
I still want that Irishman home.
I’m always in airports
Awaiting the call
That my flight is leavin’ but my hope is small
I booked with Qantas now I’m still in Rome.
I still want that Irishman home
All the sons and daughters stuck ’round the world
Away from their families and friends
Ah, but as the borders were opened and the flights were restarted
It was nice to think that the waiting might end.
And someday we’ll all be together again
Me and my luggage but they can’t tell me when
Then I realize something I’ve always known
We should send that Irishman home.
No matter how far
Or how wide I roam
I still want that Irishman home.
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