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:
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