when the sea rolls in to ireland .across the irish shore
returning in to land coming home once more
rolling on the sand rolling wild and free
rolling very gently bringing in the sea

the seagulls up above hover in the sky
on a gentle breeze how they softly fly
white horses on the waves rolling with tide
wakes the soul in me fills my heart with pride.

then the tide it turns.  heads away once more
somewhere far away to another shore
i will wait again for it.  coming home once more
watch it rolling in along the irish shore.