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Strong music lilts over foggy hills A bird flies overhead, it's tune being shrill And with these words my heart seems to fill; "This is your home. Your ancient home." A tall, mighty castle rises over the moors And a strong ocean's waves on the rocks are torn Somehow, I know here my heart was born; "This is your home. Your ancient home." Strong Celtic music floats over the trees A dancing in my heart just wants to be free I whisper as I look at the tossing seas; "This is my home. My ancient home."
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
My Ancient Home
Strong music lilts over foggy hills A bird flies overhead, it's tune being shrill And with these words my heart seems to fill; "This is your home. Your ancient home." A tall, mighty castle rises over the moors And a strong ocean's waves on the rocks are torn Somehow, I know here my heart was born; "This is your home. Your ancient home." Strong Celtic music floats over the trees A dancing in my heart just wants to be free I whisper as I look at the tossing seas; "This is my home. My ancient home."
My heritage is Sweedish, Scottish, English, and Irish. I've always felt close to those countries, their traditions, and music in my heart.
#home#sea#ancient#celtic#moors
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shortsoprano
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
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