I am like Mac Lir
I have cried
Seas of tears
My anguish so deep
It makes the waves beat
Against the cliffs of Moher
I threaten to drown the world in tears
I wish Macha
The owl witch
Would come take my feelings
And turn me to stone
And keep it in a jar
In her hollow owl home
And The Great Seanchaí
Will know my story
For he remembers everything
In his long wispy hair
And in my final moments
Before I turn to grey
I will sing with all my heart
Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán Gaelach
For the selkie
And her sea
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
I am like Mac Lir
I have cried
Seas of tears
My anguish so deep
It makes the waves beat
Against the cliffs of Moher
I threaten to drown the world in tears
I wish Macha
The owl witch
Would come take my feelings
And turn me to stone
And keep it in a jar
In her hollow owl home
And The Great Seanchaí
Will know my story
For he remembers everything
In his long wispy hair
And in my final moments
Before I turn to grey
I will sing with all my heart
Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí
Dúlamán Gaelach
For the selkie
And her sea
