Ohh ohh ohh ohh
From the air the fields
East of Dublin look
Just like a watercolor.
When the streets arise
Up to meet the plane,
Nobody notices.
And I miss your face
More than anything
In the world.
And I miss your face
More than anything
In the world.
Whiskey for everybody,
To us and to all we left behind.
A beautiful morning;
You've got someplace to be.
So if you have to go,
Be sure and think of me.
'Cause I miss your face
More than anything
In the world.
And I miss your face
More than anything
In the world.
Whiskey for everybody;
Whisper the words before
You're out the door again.
I believe that you were right:
The seas are full and stars are falling.
I believe that you were right:
We...
We were so young
When we
Left home.
From the fields the air
Over Dublin looks
Just like a watercolor,
And even in empty arms
I feel the weight of you.
Oh I miss your face
More than anything
In the world.
And I miss your face
More than anything.
Whiskey for everybody,
To us and to all we left behind
When we
Left home.
