Captain A - St. Patrick Lyrics

The red haired girls on the rolling hills
The grey browed men on the winding roads
The misty sky and the post of gold
Its the hotel trade and the tourist board

I will chase the snakes for st. patrick
And he will come like the next u2
The clouds will melt like butter in the sun
With the four leaf clover and the dew

Came the mobile calls and the galway shawls
The morish girls on the highest street
The franchise stores and the quaint antiques
And all that sells in a shade of green

And who would pay for your supper
For the scarlett wines and the uppers
I've been waiting on the four leaf clover
Any day now
Any day now
Any day now
Any day now

And the bouquets will lie in the gutter
On the great great road to tara
Where the ghosts of the four leaf clover

Holiday
Holiday
Holiday

I've been waiting on the four leaf clover any day now