Ireland

Through the winds of time it rings
In chords which echo strong,
The peace of One who stands so tall,
And plays a role of love in song.

The beat is true to that of heart,
And keeps abreast aflame
Of all who listen with an ear
Of inner knowing all the same.

Your duty rises up before you
Now to take a message true,
Pluck it from the golden goose
And let it lay a truth for you.

Do not hold on thus so tightly,
Give up whilst you have the strength,
Be as one intended, sprightly,
Lead in song and breathe at length.