far from the land where her hero sleeps
she weeps while sweet lovers pass by, sighing.
but cold she turns her face from their wooing
ande weeps, for it is with him her heart is lying..

while walking the fields she sings wild songs
of her own Eireann; every note which he so
loved wakening to
shh. she reminds herself, there is no one
to take delight in her tones
how the young heart of this girl is breaking..

though he lived for his love
'tis for his country he died..leaving two
behind growing inside  full
they are alle that life's left her; entwined
keeping him alive still
how the heart of this young girl's breaking

the tears she gently wipes from her eyes
are for Eireann and he who died
in defence of her;
wiping forever tears, knowing
that the tears of her country may never
be dried;

though he lived for his love, it's for his
country he died, alle that's left of him
lies sleeping in her warm womb,growin
for Eireann

how the heart of this young girl is breaking
tears falling down softened cheeks so pale
for the tears of her country may niver be dried;
not long shall  his love stay behind

singing his waking song while walking the
fields to his graceful grave
she finds the place next to his own
where the sun goes down to rest
she thinks of the glorious 'morrow
wishing it to shine on his sleep, a smile
from God ;

as she lonely wanders, a wraith;
two inside her gaining breath
runs a hand  through her hair ande
makes a new tune for
her own lovely Land of Sorrows
dearest Eireann.

©®gina creide-graham