hair of fire with threads of grey,
this wild heart beats, night and day,
my spirit’s carved of wind and wave,
just an Irish lass,
so far from Home.
the Green Isle, she calls to me,
my kin wait in the far country,
these tears are salty like the sea,
i look to the east,
so far from Home.
the lone survivor of an era long past,
am i the only one left, am i the last,
Anu’s waters, wading deep,
i would kiss her feet,
so far from Home.
stranger things have come to pass,
than an older soul in an old lass,
beyond time and place,
distance with presence,
so far from Home.
so far from Home.
so far from Home.
