Going Home

It’s always ‘Welcome home’

Because of the going away

Because sometime long ago

People couldn’t stay

American Wake they called it

Leaving Paddy’s land

Never to see the old folk more

Gone at life’s command


My father loved old Ireland

The open road the breeze

Elbow out the window

Cigarette at ease

Driving ever westward

Towards the setting sun

Mayo at the heartstrings

Dear old son of a gun


Home is where the heart is

And our hearts are in the West

Where our people came from

The dearest and the best

My roots are deep in Mayo

In people long since gone

They wait for us in heaven

And there we’ll sing the song


Brian Fahy

13 April 2023


+ For exiles and for the children of exiles returning to Ireland is always ‘going home’.

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