The Holy Ground - Patrick Street

I was born on the holy ground

A running child in fields of clover

I was living in the grandeur

Of my father’s land

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By the side of the swirling sea

I spent the days of childish wonder

And the rocks I held in my young hands

I never felt them slip away

Well the sun shone bright upon the waves

And the wind blew high as I was leaving

And I sailed so far away

Looking for adventure

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But I would not stay where the city streets

Proclaimed so loudly man’s endeavours

Though music is a pretty thing

In fine company

And the wilderness took my breath away

I felt I had to find my way

Where no-one ever goes

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It was in the south that my new home lay

With a dark eyed boy and wild horses

With humming birds and roses there

In old Mexico

There the winds of change they blew so far

Of liberty and revolution

And it seemed that each man heard in his breast

The drumming of a nation

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Repeat the first verse