“So peaceful and calmly this place it seems to be,
Yet I stare at it sadly for its thru a picture I see,
this land far,far away from mine
I watch the clock in patient time
for someday soon I’ll touch the sand
of this calm place called Ireland.
I can hear the Atlantic pounding so hard
I can see the sun set by a still grave yard.
I can feel the mist of a small seaport.
I can feel the awe of Powerscourt.
I can feel the releif of the dew-settled field
that in due time its crops will yield.
I can hear the wolves crying out on the moor.
I can taste the taste of the streams so pure
So, someday soon, (I’m hoping) I’ll be able to stand,
and say I’ve finally made it to this place called Ireland.”