In the Land 'O Green

Sun declines, beneath the emerald rim And I'll be headin' home... to a cottage in the moor lands with a fire to warm me' bones The kettle of beans are boilin' and some coals will bake me scones I will rest my weary shoulders And be glad for what I've seen I've witnessed bracken turn so reddin' like a wildfire on the mountain And wee nanny goats on hillsides, too many now, for countin' Heather waves in summer breezes... Granite stones, and bogs of grass, water gleams like shining glass and harshness blows for but a reason to turn around the seasons Thar' be wavin' sails upon the blue And leafy shamrocks on the green Where rugged shores, and seagulls cry, and pink skies capture me Friendly folks be bearin' ruddy cheeks, There's a colleen, fair thee lass Who will tip our mug at village pub, And we'll make a toast to Patrick's kin and order one more glass Let me always sink me' Irish eyes upon the rugged land Upon the skies, upon the streams, where druid legends live Upon the grand home of the clan, where many roots began Where the ole' pale moon at nightfall, scatters me memories all a'glowing Of fair thee rose of old Tralee, over garden trellis growin' Charming valleys, greener hillsides, fill thee heart of all 'me clan Pick ye' a shamrock.... look for gold, shake yer' hands with leprechauns Kiss a Blarney stone in sweet Killarny, come to all that's home to me Where names of O'Reily, or McDougal sprung and the color green began ________________________________________________