Ireland

if I could trace the ocean's face

ride the waves full of grace

the joyful sound of happiness

the white winged dove I caress



dream beneath the wings of love

in the floodlight of the moon above

I kneel before the heavenly waters



and i will go where

wherever you may be

beautiful and rising to me

I will go running

heady and free

I will go with you

wherever you may be



I will go where no man treads

where magic dreams and jewelled streams

hold the key that I believe is

wealth to me

slip into a stranger's hands

the ancient wonder of the land

I kneel before the heavenly water



and i will go where

wherever you may be

beautiful and rising to me

I will go running

heady and free

I will go with you

wherever you may be



these things

these pathways worn

these moments

held.......