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Paradise
Paradise
16 NOVEMBER 2015, 05:03 PM
In my dreams, I'm on the Isle,
Laying in fields of green.
The beauty of its rolling hills,
Like nothing I've ever seen.
A little creek flows passed my feet,
A single leaf floats by.
The beauty of this landscape scene,
Fills my spirit inside.
A low rock wall, from long ago,
Leads to a weathered cottage.
I step inside and stoke the fire,
To warm, from my long voyage.
I see the moon, rise from the coast,
And watch a billion stars.
My heart begins to hurt inside,
Because I know, that I'm too far.
Ireland, I'm coming home,
Sailing the bluest sea.
Until I see the Cliffs of Moher,
And again, my heart, be free.
16 NOVEMBER 2015, 05:03 PM
In my dreams, I'm on the Isle,
Laying in fields of green.
The beauty of its rolling hills,
Like nothing I've ever seen.
A little creek flows passed my feet,
A single leaf floats by.
The beauty of this landscape scene,
Fills my spirit inside.
A low rock wall, from long ago,
Leads to a weathered cottage.
I step inside and stoke the fire,
To warm, from my long voyage.
I see the moon, rise from the coast,
And watch a billion stars.
My heart begins to hurt inside,
Because I know, that I'm too far.
Ireland, I'm coming home,
Sailing the bluest sea.
Until I see the Cliffs of Moher,
And again, my heart, be free.
Published 17th Nov 2015
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