Wild Rover
Barefoot hunter stands on sand
A young man leaves a troubled land
On sand and water travels wide
Searching for that peace inside
And as he looks around the world
He learns to know the cost
Of women loved and friendships lost
He passes on his love of stone
With friends and family makes a home
And to the earth he gives what can't be owned
And though they try to wrap his feet
His heart stays strong, will not be beat
And walls that stand a hundred years
Through life and laughter, death and tears
Moors,mountains, rivers ,fun and snow
The world spins round ,the wee bairns grow
TESTOSTERONE the women groan
Us kids we laughed"we're not alone"
And hearts were broken,mended,life's defended,upended
Then gloriously sunshine, lived fast and hard
Fine wine and dancing, life at best and worse
And now this hunter he stands proud
His sons and daughters in the crowd
The friends he lost amongst the fight
The embers of their love burn bright
And from afar in heavens bar
They drink and laugh and fight
And he looks UP this Irish rover and laughs and loves and gives thanks.
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