(Sinad O'Connor)



Out of Ireland I have come

Great hatred and little room

Maimed us at the start

And now home just breaks my heart

To America I have come

I hope to bring your preacherman

Home to show my people how they can

Get their names back in the book of the life of the lamb

I know that I have done many things

To give you reason not to listen to me

Especially as I have been so angry

But if you know me maybe you would understand me

Words can't express how sorry I am

If I ever caused pain to anybody

I just hope that you can show compassion

And love enough to just please listen

Out of Ireland I did run

Great hatred and little room

Aimed to break my heart

Wreck me up and me all apart

To America I have come

I hope to find a good preacherman

Who can show me how I can

Get my name back in the book of the life of the lamb

I bring these blessings with me

A strong heart full of hope and a feeling

That everything in this world would be okay

If people just believed enough in God to pray

But the world thinks that sounds crazy

And that's the thing that makes me sing sadly

To think that we would leave God so lonely

To think that we would mess up our destiny

Out of history we have come

With great hatred and little room

It aims to break our hearts

Wreck us up and tear us all apart

But if we listen to the Rasta man

He can show us how it can be done

To live in peach and live as one

Get our names back in the book of the life of the lamb