Irish Dreams

Irish breezes blowing south

thru the hills you see clover bending

from an eagles view stone walls in squares

smoke from a chimney heaven bound

dreams of a far off valley of golden wheat

fight for the Queen you were told

safe passage to the colonies you shall go

freedom to move freedom to speak

where to land north or south you think

but first you must be a Queens red

off to India you go

dream my Irish fore father

mere 10 years of toll

your dreams was what I live today

golden wheat blowing in the breeze

eagle soaring above stone walls still in squares

bless my Irish forefathers

for I live their dream

Irish Dreams