Shiftin” |

Vs 1

Oh how I do remember that Belfast household of my youth

With the old men playing quoits, on summer nights and drunks,

Rolling home to Furies tunes

But I had to leave my homeland and my green Isle for newer shores

and my youthful history’s history and only memory now recalls

And we take it all for granted That we will return some day

And the memories of homeland Will never fade away

But I’ve shifted from my homeland And as my family’s roots have grown

Memory’s bridge to ·past is broken And I now call this place my home

And as I watch my children’s children Growing healthy, strong and free

I realise the choices that I made then Were not only made for me

And the thought just crossed my mind now That I could ne ‘re return to stay

For the history that I’ve made now Is anchored in new clay – ch .

Song's From Pa's Shed