Uncle Nobby's Steamboat

Where you can hide your worries on a high float
And we'll take a trip to leprechauns "amp; shamrocks
And hide our minds and troubles for a while.

And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory.

Captain Bluebeard gives a smile at the gangway site to meet you.
The first mate by his side with a work card if he needs you.
They take you to your berth, your cabin's cool and cozy.
Full steam ahead we're ready for to go.

And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality
And reality fades into a memory

Bring on the dancing girls, the show is now in motion.
The choo-choo train is gone, it's halfway through the mountains.
The fairies and the witch, the banshee's drinking brandy.

And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen.
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality,
And reality fades into a memory.

We´re off to Tir na Nóg, the goddess of love is Gráinne.
Cuchulainn can´t get in in his coat he has no Fainne.
The leprachauns go by in a twinkling mystic vision.
The shamrock lies a-mourning in the grave.

And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen.
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality,
And reality fades into a memory.

And we're going where the grass is growing green
To a mystic land that no one else has seen.
Where oblivion takes the mind's reality,
And reality fades into a memory.