I revert back to a gleeful child
Where the grass grows wild in a meadow mild
With a crisp, clear stream where the sunlight beams
'Neath the silv'ry clouds like a hazy dream
And the does all frolic in this land bucolic
Where ev'ry searching soul belongs:
Within the hymn of Ireland's song
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
I revert back to a gleeful child
Where the grass grows wild in a meadow mild
With a crisp, clear stream where the sunlight beams
'Neath the silv'ry clouds like a hazy dream
And the does all frolic in this land bucolic
Where ev'ry searching soul belongs:
Within the hymn of Ireland's song
