I Run

A young girl of fourteen ran from social care with a bag for her clothes and a bik for her hair, she ran to deer Dublin with a wee Irish man, as she stepped from the lorry she shook his wee hand. She found a new home in a Grafton street shop, the doorstep of Envy was where she would stop, with a bag for a pillow and a whistle in hand she played a sweet ditty and sang to the land. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.

As Grafton street danced to her song in the air, the women sold heather and flowers for your hair and the boy and cart carriages carried their load while the artists drew symphonies out in the road. With nothing to rush for and nowhere to go, time had no place in this story she told, for each penny placed in the hat by her hand, her heart it did heal and regain faith in man. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.

The young girl she found that the road could be hard. She walked with her feet bare and blackened by tar. She stood by the river and there she did find a new home of Faultue with people so kind. They washed her and clothed her and cared for her health, they did not want money they cared not for wealth. The hall it was dry and the soup it was warm, in return for their kindness she sang them her song. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong.

The wind it did guide her to travel the land, from protests to parties and small Irish towns, 'till one day in Galway her heart she had found in the gift of a pen and the words she wrote down. 'Twas on Galway green she knew she belonged. Wherever she rested was where she'd call home, for now she relied on the kindness of man, the Guitar she held and the songs that she sang. I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in my song, so I can keep running to where I belong. To where I belong.

I run for my freedom but not from my own. I would not be running if I had a home. I'll take what you give me with thanks in this song, so I can keep running to where I belong.