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It's about Ireland my ancestral home, it's also about love

Past the grey and stormy skies

Through the woods she puts her spies

Over the hills where my home lies

Starring with homesick lonely eyes

The sounds of war are long since past

She walks a path the first the last

The spell once broken now recast

Memories flowing returning too fast

Love is kind love is right

She says as he holds her tight

The things she had now out of sight

He’s firmly in her grasp tonight

A gentle breeze so fresh, so clean

Whispers through valleys covered in green

The knight in black we all have seen

Takes her away to a place some have been

Once too many times, I’ve tried

And once at a wedding I was the bride

The stars a thousand tears God cried

As I wept a river whilst dying inside

The ocean wave upon the beach

The sounds of home beyond her reach

To hear a catholic father speak

Her dreams of lands too far to seek

The old Celtic ways live on in our blood

And carry us on as waves would a flood

Sacrifice made on an alter with blood

Saves the old brings the new lives on in the good

Druids, the guardians of magical stones

Their words, the language of old kings on thrones

Many battles were lost and won by their wounds

There are mounds in the earth where they bury their bones

Where ever she lies is marked with a cross

It’s her Celtic persona that’s too much of a loss

She was a woman of power a woman with gloss

And yet, all she asked was to be marked by her cross

The land of the green is where my heart lies

The music of angels calls when she cries

The land of the green brings tears to my eyes

As I see her alone through the eyes of my spies