Eiru-She Beckons Me -come Hither Child

Its like a never ending mothers voice calling for a lost child in a park.

Above the screaming windswpet sea calls a lonely lark

The curragh and fishing boats say come aboard lad

For one so glad to be here your face looks so sad

To climb the Hill of Tara that would be a grand day

To walk where the High Kings did would fill me with words i cannot say

To see the Four Courts at Dublin where valiant men died

To live and die here to go on the Banshee's wild ride

 

irishknight1973 irishknight1973
41-45, M
3 Responses Feb 19, 2009

I always (since a day ago) thought you were in Ireland, IK? You're not an American are you? Oh Lord, you are, THAT's why you like traditional Irish music! :D :D

that is wonderful!

I write when Im sad!