Coming Home For St. Patrick'S Day

I roam to the woods passing a lurking banshee
I wear the shamrock proud so that is the key
No one can stop me, destination is clear
I will end up at the bar with you my dear

It’s the time of the year where rivers’re painted green
Crystal clear it`s March 17
It’s all about the Guinness and about the Red Ale
Maybe we’ll have a fight, until we land in jail
Maybe we’ll have a fight, until we land in jail

I’m coming home
I’m coming home
Get together folks for the best time of the year
Now it’s finally near, it’s finally near
We will celebrate St. Patrick’s Day my dear

The fiddles and flutes play in all Irish ways
We laugh and sing and dance in a lively craze
So drink your tasty pint underneath the green light
The world unites on St. Patrick’s Night
The world unites on St. Patrick’s Night

We’re coming home
We’re coming home
We’re coming home for Paddy’s Day