Coming Home For St. Patrick's Day

I roam to the woods passing a lurking banshee

I wear the shamrock proud so that is the key

No one can stop me, destination is clear

I will end up at the bar with you my dear

It’s the time of the year where rivers’re painted green

Crystal clear it`s March 17

It’s all about the Guinness and about the Red Ale

Maybe we’ll have a fight, until we land in jail

Maybe we’ll have a fight, until we land in jail

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Get together folks for the best time of the year

Now it’s finally near, it’s finally near

We will celebrate St. Patrick’s Day my dear

The fiddles and flutes play in all Irish ways

We laugh and sing and dance in a lively craze

So drink your tasty pint underneath the green light

The world unites on St. Patrick’s Night

The world unites on St. Patrick’s Night

We’re coming home

We’re coming home

We’re coming home for Paddy’s Day