Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Paint Me a Picture of Ireland
And old man stood at a canvas
deciding what he'd paint that day,
when he was found by his grandson,
who was on a brief holiday.
The old man, he was distracted
at the young boy's request on that day,
as tears welled up inside him
he heard his grandson say:
Chorus
"Paint me a picture of Ireland,
of things you remember the most:
Its mountain and its valleys,
its islands, and its coast.
Paint me a picture of Ireland,
of things your mem'ry still holds.
Something to show my grandchildren,
a glimpse of the green, white and gold."
The old man, he had left Ireland
when the famine was still in its prime,
Leaving a dying people
to survive in a race against time.
He landed like millions of others
in a country that opened its doors,
but he never forgot his homestead,
shared stories of a fam'ly and home.
Chorus
"Paint me a picture of Ireland,
of things you remember the most:
Its mountain and its valleys,
its islands, and its coast.
Paint me a picture of Ireland,
of things your mem'ry still holds.
Something to show my grandchildren,
a glimpse of the green, white and gold."
Now an old man lay dying,
with his grandchildren all round his bed.
He wants to tell them a story
about the picture there o'er his head.
"My grandfather painted it for me
when I was much younger than you.
This is where he came from,
and this is where your roots are too.
Chorus
"This is a picture of Ireland,
of things that he talked of the most:
Its mountains and its valleys,
its islands and its coast.
This is a picture of Ireland,
of stories he often told.
He was so proud to be Irish,
wrapped up in the green, white and gold.
Oh, he was so proud to be Irish,
wrapped up in the green, white and gold.
