Over the Ocean

Her eyes were the color of Connemara marble
Her spirit high as the cliffs of Moher
The tumbler in her hand held Irish whiskey on the rocks
When she sang, her heart would soar
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free

The sun through the rainbow lit the locks around her face
Her lips had been kissed by Sharon’s rose
Her soul bore the burden of many a secret
When she sang the winds of change would blow
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free
Her life had been hard like the rocks of the Burren
She was dark as Black Head in the night
She was steeped in myth and legend just like the Giant’s Causeway
Music could cause her to take flight
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free
Over the ocean, over the sea
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free
Straight over to Ireland, where she could be free