IRISH EYES - Rose Betts

"My mother says I have Irish eyes Irish eyes, Irish eyes My mother says I have Irish eyes They go ever so blue under stormy skies But they're never so blue as when I let them cry My father says I have English hair English hair, English hair Brown like the bark of an oak somewhere Like the bed of a lake where the hemlock grows Like the thorn in the stem of an English rose I'm a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I'm a map of them all with my Irish eyes My nana says I have travelling feet Travelling feet, travelling feet Slippers for princesses don't fit me But I dance to my own drum, bright and bold And my travelling feet always get me home My sister says I've a restless soul Restless soul, restless soul Easy to catch, but I'm hard to hold Like a song on the wind that you caught one day I get under your skin, then I slip away I'm a map of the world and the ones before One foot in sea and one on shore Every step, every hope flung high I'm a map of them all with my Irish eyes" Find me on: Instagram: @perorasolocamilla TikTok: @perorasolocamilla Spotify: Perorasolocamilla