Ireland

Deer skins on velveteen
 Spirit left to rise
 Iron your shirt
 Gather your things
 Tonight we fly to Ireland
 Top-to-tail
 The beds we'll have to share
 Place coasters on the drawers
 Outside the cars will heave
 As the congregation greets the priest
 So call home all the roosters to rest
 Who'll speak from the podium next
 Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve
 As life from the heart left howling
 Inside the family retired
 I sat with Joseph and his feminist bride
 He passed me the can
 A tip for the gate
 Said heaven relies on those who donate
 Drinks flowed and history awoke
 Around sheltered ears she spoke
 A hand me down heart
 A ticket to ride
 A gift to the earth of formaldehyde
 So call home all the roosters to rest
 Who'll speak from the podium next
 Jocelyn pulled at my sleeve
 As life from the heart left howlin