CHANSON POUR JOHN
(Nicolas Besse)
End of 1846
I lost the ones I loved
Dad, Mum, Lucy and Niamh
Of hunger they died all
The only one who lived on
He called me « brother », my friend John
Endless night discussions
Should we stay or should we go
He chose the first option
For a girl born in Wicklow
We said « Good luck » and « So long »
Did you regret it ? brother John
I’m singing out for Ireland
Singing out for John
Farewell to Motherland
God bless you my friend John
I took a boat in Queenstown
Sailed west for better life
So many people on board
Didn’t reach the promised land
I ‘ve never seen my friend again
I miss you brother John
Are we lucky, are we cursed
Now severed from our land
They give us food and shelter
They call me immigrant
Hope, guilt and despair
Wish you were here, John
I’m singing out for Ireland
Singing out for John
Farewell to Motherland
I’m singing out for Ireland
Singing out for John
Farewell to Motherland
God bless you brother John
I’m singing out for Ireland
Singing out for John
Farewell to Motherland
God bless you my friend John
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