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Awaiting
Tír na nÓg
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Somewhere
near the Isles of Bless’d
Or
in the Irish Sea,
Tír
na nÓg awaits her son
With
perfect certainty.
With
shamrocks glowing in the dew
Of
softly Irish rain,
Tír
na nÓg is waiting
And
I shall be young again.
Land
of youth and charms untold,
Land
where dreams remain unsold,
Usher
me into your fold-
When
I’m done with living.
Where
the shore-lapped wavelets meet
Or
mist obscures the sky,
Is
Tír na nÓg, the Plain of Joy,
Whose
roses never die.
With
gossoons courting in the hay
The
colleens’ laughter floods,
When
Tír na nÓg is calling me
I
hear it in my blood.
Land
of loved embraces free,
Land
of sweet serenity,
Send
a curragh here for me-
When
I’m done with living.
Where
Biddy’s feet are nimble-heeled,
And
Paddy’s heart is light,
Tír
na nÓg has lanterns fair,
To
set the dark to flight.
Where
hair, once grey, is brown again
And
Irish eyes are clear,
There
Tír na nÓg a welcome sets
For
those whom she holds dear.
Land
of gold and leprechaun,
Land
of endless roseate dawn,
Bring
me to the shores of morn
When
I’m done with living.
Land
of tales as yet untold,
Land
of my serenity,
Sooner
shoes than mortal gold
That’s
fit for but the living.
Awaiting Tír na nÓg
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