Monday, 17 March 2014

Irish Hearts: A Poem for St. Patrick's Day


Irish Hearts


That lilting song of the harp
echoes far o’er the Irish hills.
The spirit that nothing stills,
that lilting song of the harp.


Echoes far o’er the Irish hills,
shout the pride in Irish hearts
and the brotherhood imparts
echoes far o’er the Irish hills.


Shout the pride in Irish hearts
hear it sound, beyond the sea
adrift on the wind, flying free
Shout the pride in Irish hearts


Hear it sound, beyond the sea
a tender tune, a haunting voice
and those that hear, will rejoice.
Hear it sound, beyond the sea


A tender tune, a haunting voice,
that lilting song, of the harp.
Music with an ache so sharp,
a tender tune, a haunting voice.


That lilting song of the harp
echoes far o’er the Irish hills.
The spirit that nothing stills,
that lilting song of the harp.




2 comments:

Jan Hersh said...

Beautiful! Happy Day!

A. F. Stewart said...

Thanks. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

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