I'Ve Broken A Promise I'Ve Made To Myself

I've broken a promise I've made to myself That I'd return to Ireland in the Spring But without me grass will grow and flowers will bloom And birds will build their nests and chirp and sing. It's just that I do not have the air fare So where I am I feel obliged to stay Perhaps next year I may afford the trip But in time a year can seem quite far away. Don't get me wrong I like the Land I'm in And I like the weather and the wildlife here But like every migrant I too have the urge To go back home in the Spring of the year. To go back home when Spring is in the air And frisky lambs in upland pasture play And wildering flowers are peeping through the green And woods turn green and leafier by the day. I left that Land in search of wealth and fame But wealth and fame keep on eluding me And I keep on looking for the better life But like most the better life I've yet to see. I vowed to myself I'd go home last Spring But circumstances then as they are now Yet in my dreams I hear the chaffinch sing And robin piping on the leafy bough. I've broken a promise I've made to myself That I'd return to Ireland in the Spring But without me grass will grow and flowers will bloom And birds will build their nests and chirp and sing.