"Men Of Aran" lyrics

As I cleaned out my father's house, Memories lay everywhere
How his Banjo sparkled, Laid upon his chair
That 5 string telling stories, of their tender years
In ganseys knitted for them, They set sail on Mother's tears
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy

There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA

Inside a battered suitcase, Dad's sweater tucked inside
Recalling words he said to me, Son wear this coat with pride
We walked onstage the crowd were cheering, Calling out our name
Every song they sang along, you might do the same
Dad passed all his melody to me
Though he's gone, his memories our legacy

There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA

As long as Aran, it flows within our veins
That music like a thread we're off to tell our tales
Of 4 brothers who wore, Their coat of arms with pride
Across the great, the great divide

There are tales of plenty woven in that sweater
Small town lads and all the old songs they would play
Locked and primed for a battle in that sweater
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA
Men of Aran in the USA