Lyrics: East side of Cork's where I grew up Lately I don't visit much Never met half my family Now I'm some name, already thinking of me From Bantry Bay to Skibbereen The summer months will favour me First broken heart, oh, I remember it Drinking cans just to escape it Well, I miss those days of smoking weed A pack of cigarettes between our teeth We were kissing in the back of your car There was something so special about that time And I miss the simplicity of it all And my friends are all happy with small town jobs Now I'm chasing the dream that I don't believe I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home So much is different, but nothing's changed And all my friends are still the same Calling strangers by their names I'd love one more day at school again The photographs and the memories These streets are where I cut my teeth So, I walk down every road again With a chicken roll and my best friend Well, I miss those days of smoking weed A pack of cigarettes between our teeth We were kissing in the back of your car There was something so special about that time And I miss the simplicity of it all And my friends are all happy with small town jobs Now I'm chasing the dream that I don't believe I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home There's no other place I've known Nowhere I'd rather go Take me where the primrose grows Take me where the black water flows Bring me to kiss the stone Run through the fields I know Give me the view of Cobh How I miss the air at home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Tell my mother I'm coming home Tell my brother I'm coming home (Home) (Home) (Home) (Home) I'm coming home I'm coming home Mm-mm, mm
This needs to be released
Can't stop listening to this myself love this song
Lyrics:
East side of Cork's where I grew up
Lately I don't visit much
Never met half my family
Now I'm some name, already thinking of me
From Bantry Bay to Skibbereen
The summer months will favour me
First broken heart, oh, I remember it
Drinking cans just to escape it
Well, I miss those days of smoking weed
A pack of cigarettes between our teeth
We were kissing in the back of your car
There was something so special about that time
And I miss the simplicity of it all
And my friends are all happy with small town jobs
Now I'm chasing the dream that I don't believe
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
So much is different, but nothing's changed
And all my friends are still the same
Calling strangers by their names
I'd love one more day at school again
The photographs and the memories
These streets are where I cut my teeth
So, I walk down every road again
With a chicken roll and my best friend
Well, I miss those days of smoking weed
A pack of cigarettes between our teeth
We were kissing in the back of your car
There was something so special about that time
And I miss the simplicity of it all
And my friends are all happy with small town jobs
Now I'm chasing the dream that I don't believe
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
There's no other place I've known
Nowhere I'd rather go
Take me where the primrose grows
Take me where the black water flows
Bring me to kiss the stone
Run through the fields I know
Give me the view of Cobh
How I miss the air at home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Tell my mother I'm coming home
Tell my brother I'm coming home
(Home)
(Home)
(Home)
(Home)
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Mm-mm, mm
Reupload as volume was all over the place this should be a bit better