Aye, I come to say Good Mornin'
In the hope your day be blessed,
With open hand, in kind I come
To pray for you God's best.
I pray for ye this mornin'
The heart of heaven fill your day,
With very special gifts of love
Each step upon your way.
God be blessing you dear one
Have a grand St. Patty's day
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2009
Poetry From The Heart
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"Isle Of Inisfree"
~Isle Of Inisfree~
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
When all the things he loves are far away
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops
Of this great city wondrous though it be
I scarcely feel it's wonder or it's laughter
I'm once again back home in Inisfree
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys
And find a peace no other land could know
I hear the birds make music fit for angels
And watch the rivers laughing as they flow
And then into a humble shack I wander
My dear old home I tenderly behold
The folks I love around the turf-fire gathered
On bended knee as prayers are told