My heart beats the beat of a bodhran drum
This most divine mother has called me her son
She is calling me home with ancient voices
voices of mine that have gone before me
She draws me unto her as the clover draws the morning dew
My words are born of her beauty
This warrior maiden has cast the ashes of Rollo upon me
sustaining my courage and righteousness
She is the light and the love, the laughter and hope
in the souls of all she has bore
My emerald mother Ireland
Inspired by the tales of Sir Rollicing Rollo Gillespie