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The Leprechaun Club

© 2014 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


I remember the days I was up to your knees
We'd be out in the backyard climbing up trees
The Tall Sticks were fighting and we didn't know why
I'd ignore it and stare at the sky
I invented a place where I never felt pain
There was shade from the sun
And shelter from the rain
Our beds made of shamrocks, our pillows of hay
And we dreamt all our troubles away
 
And I could shrink small enough to hide
From the unloving coldness outside
And I could turn common stones to gold
In that warm loving place in my mind
 
From old Rocky River to Cuyahoga Falls
We'd escape to the woods during mom and dad's brawls
And while the house rattled and belched out with screams
We would live off of berries and piss in the streams
We would play in the fields, so majestic and proud
And we'd keep far away from that maddening crowd
Our beds made of shamrocks, or pillows of hay
And we played all our troubles away
 
And I could shrink small enough to hide
From the unloving coldness outside
And I could turn common stones to gold
In that warm loving place in my mind
 
Those days are long gone and there's no turning back
And I can't cry today for the things that I lack
So nowadays I just go down to the pub
And I drink my way back to our Leprechaun Club
 
Where I can shrink small enough to hide
From the unloving coldness outside
And I can turn common stones to gold
In that warm loving place in my mind