paroles de chanson My Land Is so Green - Mary Coughlan
My
land
is
bogged
down
in
religious
tradition
We
nod
our
heads
in
humble
submission
One
foot
in
the
door
a
hand
in
your
pocket
We
export
our
problems
for
foreign
solutions
My
land
is
naive
too
scared
of
the
devil
Holier
than
thou
with
eyes
up
to
heaven
When
nobody
looks
we
tear
strips
off
our
neighbour
And
to
have
a
good
laugh
at
it
all
in
the
end
Shrouded
and
mist
the
outlook′s
appalling
Pressure
is
rising
but
temperature's
falling
Sunny
spells
and
scattered
showers
But
still
it
rains
for
hours
and
hours
And
as
the
floods
rise
we
drown
our
sorrows
Tossing
them
back
like
there
is
no
tomorrow
And
in
the
end
we′ll
stick
or
stand
And
p___
it
back
to
the
bog
holes
of
Ireland
My
land
is
too
full
of
incurable
scheming
The
promises
given
are
nothing
but
dreaming
We
all
love
a
rogue
we'll
make
him
our
leader
And
every
four
years
it's
right
back
to
zero
My
land
is
still
poor
and
underdeveloped
We
talk
round
our
problems
for
hours
on
end
And
then
we
decide
there′s
two
sides
to
the
story
And
have
a
good
laugh
at
it
all
in
the
end
Shrouded
in
mist
the
outlook′s
appalling
Pressure
is
rising
but
temperature's
falling
Sunny
spells
and
scattered
showers
And
still
it
rains
for
hours
and
hours
And
as
the
floods
rise
we
drown
our
sorrows
Tossing
them
back
like
there
is
no
tomorrow
And
in
the
end
we
will
sit
or
stand
And
p___
it
back
to
the
bog
holes
of
Ireland
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