It's a long, long way to Tipperary But here in New York City, that can't get you down
From neon lights to the lonesome plains and prairies
I thought far away from home was London town
And I'm believing in this feeling, I've a long, long way to go
And I see that old Kentucky moon shine down on our load
And this feeling that I'm feeling, it won't last, I'm glad to know
For I'm flying home from here when I go
A long, long time ago, from Queenstown, Harlem
Young Irish folks sailed to America
Seven days to cross the ranging waters
Seven more to reach that Frisco Bay
And I'm believing in this feeling, I've a long, long way to go
And I see that old Kentucky moon shine down on our load
And this feeling that I'm feeling, it won't last, I'm glad to know
For I'm flying home from here when I go
Silver bird flying high across the ocean
Don't leave me, take me with you when you go
Staying here, I no longer have the notion
Take me back to the Glen of Ireland
And I'm believing in this feeling, I've a long, long way to go
And I see that old Kentucky moon shine down on our load
And this feeling that I'm feeling, it won't last, I'm glad to know
For I'm flying home from here when I go
And I'm believing in this feeling, I've a long, long way to go
And I see that old Kentucky moon shine down on our load
And this feeling that I'm feeling, it won't last, I'm glad to know
For I'm flying home from here when I go
And this feeling that I'm feeling, it won't last, I'm glad to know
For I'm flying home from here when I go
For I'm flying home from here when I go