(Van Morrison)
All that trouble all that grief
That's why I had to leave

Staying away too tong is in defeat
Why I'm singing this song
Why I'm heading back home

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

I'm just like a hobo riding a train

I'm like a gangster living in Spain
Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time
When I roll the dice again

If lady luck will call my name
That's what makes the Irish heart beat


Well that's what makes it beat
When I'm standing on the street
And I'm standing underneath this Wrigley's sign

Oh so far away from home
But I know I've got to roam
That's what makes the Irish heart beat


And it was off to foreign climes
On the Piccadilly line

We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign
So far away from home
Well I know I've got to roam

That s what makes the Irish heart beat

Just like a sailor out on the foam

Any port in a storm
Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends
Down the corridors of fame

Like the spark ignites the flame
That's what makes the Irish heart beat


But I roll the dice again
If lady luck will call my name
That s what makes the Irish heart beat

Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat
That's what makes the Irish heart beat