Of this land

A trail of green laid down on mass.
Broken through with speckled grey.
A shimmering lace of silken blue
Cast a spell upon me on this day.

As I made my way through rolling hills.
A wooden stick to stead my stride.
I stop a while to stand and stare .
Be at one moment with my pride.

I’m of this land, both born and bred.
Grew up under starry sky.
And mourn each day, I spend away.
As year on year goes passing by.

An ancient land of myth and lore.
A coastline of such golden sand.
Cheile music flows through the air.
In my cherished native Ireland.