Van Morrison - "What Makes The Irish Heart Beat" lyrics

(Van Morrison)

All that trouble all that grief

That's why I had to leave

Staying away too tong is in defeat

Why I'm singing this song

Why I'm heading back home

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

I'm just like a hobo riding a train

I'm like a gangster living in Spain

Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time

When I roll the dice again

If lady luck will call my name

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Well that's what makes it beat

When I'm standing on the street

And I'm standing underneath this Wrigley's sign

Oh so far away from home

But I know I've got to roam

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

And it was off to foreign climes

On the Piccadilly line

We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign

So far away from home

Well I know I've got to roam

That s what makes the Irish heart beat

Just like a sailor out on the foam

Any port in a storm

Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends

Down the corridors of fame

Like the spark ignites the flame

That's what makes the Irish heart beat

But I roll the dice again

If lady luck will call my name

That s what makes the Irish heart beat

Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat

That's what makes the Irish heart beat