When the morning mist is rising

And the Hudson nearly blue

With the branches all a' blowing

And the sun comes sifting through

I stare with homesick wonder

For my thoughts all turn to you

And my memory fills with deeper greens and blues

And Ireland is always in the news



I called your struggle useless

And my home a battlefield

And I cursed the hope of moving

I left you all behind me

Crying that your fate was sealed

But the anger not the love here I did lose

And Ireland is always in the news



But now I'm having nightmares

For the picture will not fade

Of one hundred black umbrellas

Shining in a great parade

I guess I had it coming

It's a cold hard price I paid

For yes I did choose

To find my brother's funeral in the news



So don't you get your hopes up

But I think I'm coming home

For maybe there'll be freedom

With one more shoulder to that stone

I may end up a martyr

But I will not end alone

Oh your are a family that I can't refuse

Oh Ireland you're dying in the news