You
never saw me leave
You never heard the door closed behind me
I was too proud to show you my tears
I was seventeen
Postcards were few
I didn't have the words to tell you
I was doing well but it was hard not having you
Someday you'll understand my reason for
leaving Someday you will be seventeen
And the roving eye will go through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores to its southern seas
And one day I'll return to the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonnie lass who waits for me
And the roving eye will go through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores to its southern seas
And one day I'll return to the green fields of Ireland
And my Irish bonnie lass who waits for me
I can picture you now
As the evening sun comes to grace you
A golden hue of light
reflects on your face
How sweet is your smile
I remember it well
Though I'm here on foreign soil
My thoughts are with you
Someday you'll understand my reason for
leaving Someday you will be seventeen
And the roving eye will go through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores to its southern seas
And one day I'll return to the green fields of
Ireland And my Irish bonnie lass who waits for me
And the roving eye will go through the streets of America
From its furthest northern shores to its southern seas
And one day I'll return to the green fields of
Ireland And my Irish bonnie lass who waits for me
Say you'll wait for me