The heart of Ireland calls me
from some distant, ancient grave;
through the mists of time
its mournful dirge
rings true and strong and brave.
The blood of Ireland's in me
passed from Daniel, Thomas, James;
flowing free and proud
it links me to
the land from whence they came.
The spirit of Ireland's in me
planted deep within my heart;
and it's growing wild,
like the clovered fields
of that island
where my heritage starts.
My Irish Soul © poofcat
A Blessing From Saint Patrick
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields...
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.