Song for Ireland

Walking all the Day,
near tall Towers where Falcons build their Nests
Silverwinged they fly,
they know the Call of Freedom in their Breasts.
Saw Black Head against the Sky,
where twisted Rocks run down to the sea.

Living on your western Shore,
saw summer Sunsets, asked for more.
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
and sang a Song for Ireland.

Talking all the Day,
with true Friends who try to make you stay.
Telling Jokes and News,
singing Songs to pass the Night away.
Watched the Galway Salmon run,
like Silver dancing, darting in the Sun

Living on your western Shore,
saw summer Sunsets, asked for more.
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
and sang a Song for Ireland.

Drinking all the Day,
in old Pubs where Fiddlers love to play.
Saw one touch the bow,
he played a reel hich seemed so grand and gay.
Stood on Dingle Beach and Cast,
in wild Foam we found Atlantic Bass

Living on your western Shore,
saw summer Sunsets, asked for more.
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
and sang a Song for Ireland.

Dreaming in the Night,
I saw a Land where no man had to fight.
Walking in your Dawn,
I saw you crying in the Morning Light.
Lying where the Falcons fly,
they twist and turn all in your Air blue Sky.

Living on your western Shore,
saw summer Sunsets, asked for more.
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
and sang a Song for Ireland.


Phil Colclough