Your saddened eyes give me their gaze,
and tears you've cried in your days.
O' Ire my Ire, my sweet homeland,
ne'er abode on your shore but I understand.
I feel your breath in my blood,
scented fresh cut rose in bloom from bud.
Green eyes you have o' emerald isle,
matching charm of tongue and smile.
Share with me the things you've seen,
where your going and where you've been.
You've had your hurt now have your joy,
so the language of love you must employ.
Close your eyes and dare to dream,
fore a blinking of eyes life may seem.
Sleep now o' gentle lass,
in my arms this day to pass.
I'll see you, when you arise,
to the loving gaze of emerald eyes.
April 27, 2004 |