In the Irish Rain
Irish Rain
Irish Rain
It seemed to me the Celtic sun
Might never shine again
The forecast it was gloomy
But sure, I'll not complain
For I walked her home all in the
Irish Rain

It was Bloomsday when our love began to flower
Under a foreboding Dublin sky
The thunder struck and rain began to shower
When a very literary Kerry Colleen caught my eye

When I said my name was James
She told me hers was Joyce
I did not want to credit her at first
We waited out the shower by the Old Martello Tower
While she quoted from the Master page and verse

In the Irish Rain
Irish Rain
Irish Rain
It seemed to me the Celtic sun
Might never shine again
The forecast it was gloomy
But sure, I'll not complain
For I walked her home all in the
Irish Rain

The Jamesons was flowing
And she could hold her drink
With the very best in Temple Bar
Reciting from Ulysses, it's not a job for sissies
And it's better when there's whiskey in the jar

By the River Liffey it was iffy
We stood dripping as my love I did confess
When the sun came out, she left me in no doubt
Saying yes, she said yes, like Molly Bloom, I will yes

In the Irish Rain
Irish Rain
Irish Rain
It seemed to me the Celtic sun
Might never shine again
The forecast it was gloomy
But sure, I'll not complain
For I walked her home all in the
Irish Rain

On a Bloomsday
For I walked her home all in the
Irish Rain
What a fine girl you are!