Tir Na Nog

Written by: Emily Schaffer

Little people on the hill,
Dancing 'neath the moonlight.

Bid me come with them, I will,
Run and run 'til out of sight.

Tir Na Nog, Tir Na Nog,
Under every moore and bog.

Land of the young,
Of whom we've often sung.

To a land of fairies old,
To a land of dance and song.

Where I will never 'er feel cold,
Nor the night will 'er feel long. 

This is a lullaby my sister, Rebekah, and I wrote together.