My heart stands in a
faraway land…
Where the air carries the
scent of roses
and the water
tastes sweet.
My soul longs to come home
to the place I belong…
My ancestors left
the land
but the land
never left them…
I dream of this green land
and long for its
embrace~
a place of history and mystery,
poets and song~
My spirit cries to return
in life
but if I shouldn’t
make it
spread my ashes
where the
mountains meet the sea,
somewhere between
Benbulbin and the Slieve~
so that my spirit dances
with the ancestors
for eternity…
Remember
my dear children
your Irish blood
will always run
free…
