Här är en sång som väcker längtan till Irland, en kärlek till sitt land och till människorna.

Song for Ireland

Walking all the day
near tall towers where falcons build their nests
Silver wings they fly
They know the call for freedom in their breasts
Saw Black Head against the sky
Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Talking all the day
With true friends who try to make you stay
Telling jokes and news
Singing songs to while the time away
Watched the galway salmon run
Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day
In old pubs where fiddlers love to play
Saw one touch the bow
He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay
I stood on dingle beach and cast
In wild foam for Atlantic bass
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic Sea
And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night
I saw a land where no-one had to fight
Waking in your dawn
I saw you crying in the morning light
lying where the falcons fly
They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky
Living on your western shore
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And I sang a song for Ireland