(Van Morrison). All that trouble all that grief. That's why I had to leave. Staying away too tong is in defeat. Why I'm singing this song. Why I'm heading back home. That's what makes the Irish heart beat. I'm just like a hobo riding a train. I'm like a gangster living in Spain. Have to watch my back and I'm running out of time. When I roll the dice again. If lady luck will call my name. That's what makes the Irish heart beat. Well that's what makes it beat. When I'm standing on the street. And I'm standing underneath this Wrigley's sign. Oh so far away from home. But I know I've got to roam. That's what makes the Irish heart beat. And it was off to foreign climes. On the Piccadilly line. We were standing underneath the Wrigley's sign. So far away from home. Well I know I've got to roam. That s what makes the Irish heart beat. Just like a sailor out on the foam. Any port in a storm. Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends. Down the corridors of fame. Like the spark ignites the flame. That's what makes the Irish heart beat. But I roll the dice again. If lady luck will call my name. That s what makes the Irish heart beat. Oh that's what makes the Irish heart beat. That's what makes the Irish heart beat.