The Turf O Tullamore

Lyrics

Into the West - land of the free In freedom will I e'er a stranger be So up the stairs I climb Open up the trunk and find The piece of home I carried 'cross the sea Weeping o'er The Turf o' Tullamore Exiles both - the Irish sod and I The Turf o' Tullamore Will know my bones forevermore Sweeten my grave when I Lay down to die For my sons I made a pledge They'll not beg the Crown for daily bread There's days I understand The promise in this promised land And days I fill my glass with my regrets When I take my final rest Lay the Turf o' Tullamore upon my breast And it's sweet - the dream I'll dream Home to Erin's fields of green By the Shannon's holy waters, I'll be blessed

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Erin Friedman

Music Credits: Erin Friedman

Producer Credits: Friedman

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Performance Credits: Still Married

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Song Length: 3:58

Primary Genre: Folk-Traditional

Secondary Genre: Country-Traditional

Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)

Lead Vocal: Female Vocal