THE SONG:

She´s danced through the valleys, the forests & dales,

She´s the lover caressed upon the harps of sweet Erin,

She´s softly whispered in oceans by love-lorn whales,

She´s the echoing by the Gods, forgiving men´s sins,

She´s the song:

She´s carried upon the backs of hard working men,

She´s bestowed upon the ear of the sleeping babe,

She´s given to the mute & deaf by the magic hand,

She´s gifted to the dead, when in tombs they´re laid,

She´s the song:

She´s the love holding hands with the mother´s heart,

She´s the serenading beneath the moon-beamed pane,

She´s the wailing note when the feathered ones depart,

She´s that ancient chanting that beckons the errant rain,

She´s the song:

She´s the wistful fado, rap, rock, folk-tune & the old ole´,

She´s red-Gypsy flamenco, strummed on ancient strings,

She´s sacred, she´s fun, sensuous & knows how to play,

And in holy places & hearts, she spreads her soaring wings,

She´s the song: