Land of Killarney

Sun is declining, beneath a blue Irish sea With a fire to warm me' bones, in a cottage by the bay And the coals to bake me scones, Where the bracken turns so reddin' Like a wildfire on the mountain And wee nanny goats on rocky hillsides, are too many for the countin' Heather waves in summer breezes... And harshness bringin' winter's season Thar' be waving sails upon the blue And leafy shamrocks on the green Where the rugged shores, and seagulls cry, and a sunset captures you Granite stones, and bogs of grass, water gleams like shining glass Friendly folks bearin' ruddy cheeks, and a colleen, fair thee lass We'll tip our mug at village pub, and make a toast to St. Patty's kin Let me sink me' eyes upon the scene of Irish rugged land Upon the skies, upon the streams, where druid legends live Upon the land...home of the clan, where me many roots began Where the ole' pale moon at nightfall, scatters memories a'glowing Of fair roses of Tralee, over garden gate, a 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 ye' a Blarney .....Come to Killarny, come to all that's home to me Where names of O'Reily, or McDougal where so many Mac' roots began For Debbie's contest "Over the Rainbow"