The Irish sky feeds on moss and wool The Irish sky brushes its hair at the moon The Irish sky is a flock that grazes in the sky He gets drunk on the stars at night and the morning is light He gets drunk on the stars and the morning is light The Irish sky feeds on moss and wool The Irish sky brushes its hair at the moon The Irish sky is a flock that grazes in the sky He gets drunk on the stars at night and the morning is light He gets drunk on the stars and the morning is light