Ghost Mice - Ireland lyrics

It seemed like everything we heard and hoped might be true We got a ride right away and she took us to the dunes And we fell asleep to the sounds of a carnival From a village further down the beach We woke up the next morning on a bed of tiny flowers Packed the tent and went to get somethin' to eat We bought a cheap jar of peanut bu*ter and a loaf of fresh white bread We made sandwiches on the beach; life doesn't get any better than this We walked in for free to the first castle that we found It was empty, it was late, it became our campground And we spotted a tent and we met another camper And he told us his sad story-- Well he had been dumped by a girl that he loved and he told us not to worry You can camp anywhere, no one's gonna care; why would they? "It's not like this at home," we told him, "you know" He said your home's so far away We went west all the way 'til the land ran out We slept at an empty house in the middle of a tiny town We met a man at a crossroads who said it was his dream to someday come to Bloomington We thought it was funny because for you and me, it was our dream to be here in Ireland He was a big fan of John Melloncamp; We told him everything we knew about him We invited him to come and stay at our house; When we got to our stop he didn't want us to get out We stayed the night at the house of a guy from Albany He was glad to meet Americans; he made us spaghetti We met a man who said he was a doctor and he took us on some of his house calls He taught us the best way to get a donkey to come to you Is not to pay them any attention at all And I crawled to the edge and peeked over my head and looked down to the sea It was two thousand feet to the water below; it looked so blue, it looked so deep And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green And people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks We'd set up our tent on the cliffs right by the sea Almost every night and the waves rocked us to sleep The postman from Wales and his friend from England Bought us fries at the westernmost pub We sat with them and two others we'd met And we all watched the postman get drunk And at first the Burren might seem like a waste land of broken stones Look in the cracks and you'll see there's a secret there that grows And Galway City really feels a lot like home We went through Connemara and up to Sligo And at the Slieve League we wouldn't see anything; We decided that we should turn back The mist was so thick that we couldn't find our feet And the trail was called Deadman's Pa** On one side it was three thousand feet down to the ocean The other was two thousand feet to the ground And anyway our time was running out And we crossed the country in less than a day Our last ride to Dublin asked us the same things They asked if we had any kin from Ireland; They were surprised when we said no When I said I didn't drink and hadn't tried the Guinness yet They were the first ones to say, "way to go" And as our ferry was leaving the Emerald Isle behind We were already making our plans to come back sometime And don't ever let 'em tell you that it rains in Ireland Well if they tell you that you can be sure they've never been Cause the sun is always shinin' and the hills are always green And people are always smilin' and offerin' you drinks