[Chorus]
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
[Verse 1]
The wind bites my cheeks as I march to the quay,
the sails flap like laughter, the gulls cry with glee.
The tavern doors open, the firelight glows,
and the smell of warm bread and stout greets my nose.
[Chorus]
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
[Verse 2]
I met sweet Kathleen with hair like the rain,
her eyes like the ocean, her smile eased my pain.
She danced through the tables, she twirled with the band,
and I felt my own heart slip right from my hand.
[Chorus]
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
[Verse 3]
The storms may come raging, the rain may fall fast,
but the songs of the tavern are built to outlast.
From Cork up to Belfast, the people will cheer,
for whiskey and friendship and laughter sincere.
[Chorus]
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
[Bridge]
So when the harbor is dark and the rain taps the pane,
remember the songs and forget all your pain.
For a toast and a fiddle can brighten the day,
and the heart of an Irishman never will sway.
[Verse 4]
Now the candles burn low and the pipes softly sigh,
but our voices will echo where seagulls still fly.
Raise your glass one last time, let the music resound,
for joy, for old friends, and the love that we’ve found.
[Chorus (x2)]
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
Oh, lift your mugs high, lads, let the fiddles all play,
we’ll laugh through the night and we’ll chase storm clouds away.
With a heart full of song and a soul never down,
we’ll drink to the stories in every old town.
[Outro ]
Raise your voice, friends, till the dawn lights the sky,
with a fiddle and drum, and a pint standing by.
Through storms and through stout, through the joy and the din,
we’ll live and we’ll laugh with the wind on our skin.
SKayzz
