My Dreams of Ireland
My dreams find me,
Walking thru the hills of Ireland.
I hear the serene music,
Of the mountains in the green forest.
I hear the faint tiny voices,
Not quite believing what I see.
All I do is look within my heart,
As I stroll in the forest.
My heart and soul have,
Always been in Ireland,
Deep in our ancestry.
The voices become louder,
As they call to me.
I look upon the branches and,
I see them the fairies and,
Leprechaun smiling down at me.
They tell me of a story,
Foretold long ago of a cousin,
Who is the giant of the family.
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