Rain falling from cloudy skies like heavens crying
From the sound of pitter patter of my giant dogs paws
To the smell of coffee brewing in the early morning
That’s where I’m from
I`m from “your bloody daft”
To mom saying “I love you to infinite and beyond”
Plane rides from Ireland and back
Where being with is an everyday thing
To me and my best friend Andrea messing around like free monkeys in a zoo
Corn beef and cabbage is a must on St. Patrick’s Day
To long hot summers with my brothers Sean and tommy
And sitting by bomb fired on winter nights telling crazy stories
I am from gran`s homemade soup
To a house full of people
I come from saying grace before we eat dinner
Late night get together
To running the streets at dusk and playing hide and seek, rock wars, and BB gun fights with my brother’s friends
That’s where I’m from