The Irish Soil – Eleanor Watts (rough cut) :- Beautiful woman.

I have sat on this song for a really long time. Originally, it comes from a show I started working on when I was 17, which was going to be about a soldier in the Troubles falling for an Irish Catholic girl, but the plot basically started turning into an Irish Miss Saigon and I gave up on the project. I cannot write books to save my life, but this song was originally meant to be when Adam had returned home and finally told his wife everything he'd bottled up for the 5 years he'd been at home. I added in a couple of new verses though – I'm starting to think it would work well in a different context, and maybe I'll start expanding on that as a show. In an ideal world, I would record this with a male voice and a decent pianist. For now, you have to cope with me singing at the same time as playing a piano part I wrote when I was a much better pianist than I am now. The piano part is a bit dodgy, sorry about that. The Irish Soil Music and lyrics by Eleanor Watts I took the boat outwards and I made my way And I thought that the troubles would be child's play As our feet beat down on the Irish soil But the minute I arrived there, there was something wrong All the trees were dead, the birds had no song As we set up camp on the Irish soil Then the ground froze over, the adventure grew old And our feet were frozen and our hearts were cold At the first signs of frost on the Irish soil We came to that country full of hope and dread I'd no idea at the end there'd be so many dead And <b>…</b>