Beloved son of Ireland
born to bring us home
Pure of a water sound
Every eye is a weeping
The well has gone dry
Beloved son Paddy Patrick
May you be in heaven now
I will look for the rainbows
you send back here to us
Beloved son of Ireland
born to bring us home
Pure of a water sound
Every eye is a weeping
The well has gone dry
Beloved son Paddy Patrick
May you be in heaven now
I will look for the rainbows
you send back here to us