I live on an island.
She wonders where I’m standing;
She follows where I’m going,
She dwells where I’ve been.
She calls to my tomorrow;
She sings to my today,
She whispers to my yesterday.
I live on an island.
Her hands kiss me;
Her wailing guides me,
Her waters bless me.
Her soil hums to me;
Her skies wash me,
Her music possesses me.
To her I shall go;
To her I shall leave,
To her I shall row,
To her I shall reave,
For what if our hearts,
Be together apart?
O what then be of us?
Children of the Green;
Folk who do wander,
To far places unseen.
An island marches on,
With the mustering of a dawn,
Her drums and harps sing,
As the darts and stones fling.
Enchanting everything.
Though the hour is late,
And the tethers of fate,
Be together apart,
I yield no ground,
Give no quarter,
And lead with the heart.
So sing unto me my darling,
My love and treasure;
For these pieces of silver,
Do fall on foreign places.
Blind are those who do not look back;
To sleep tomorrow’s dreams.
Rest now where I’ve been,
Where I am and where I’m going,
O my island of green,
A bed of oak and blackthorn growing.
The black kettle has boiled,
And me ma and da are home,
Where the hearth-fire dwells,
And time beats and swells.
