In Ireland Again

This is a new song and its lyrics are based on a poem written by Mary Ellen B. Owen, the mother of our very own member Tim Byron Owen.
He lovingly put the words to song and shared it with An Cór Ceilteach in our 2003 November concert we had at the Center.
How does the tune go? It can be found on the CD of the concert which is available to choir members for practice purposes.

Where the hills roll down to Galway
And are met by seas of blue,
And the grass in all the meadows
Has an emerald-greenish hue.

Where the mist hangs low on mornings
Like the sugar spun at fairs,
And the shamrocks nod so proudly
With their purely Irish airs.

Where the wind blows lilting laughter
From one county to the others,
And the birds sing tunes in Gaelic
That they learned from Irish mothers.

Where a colleen wears her shawl-wrap
With an aire of queenly grace
’Til you’d think that it was truly
Of the finest Irish lace!

Where the minstrel boys are singing
And the jig is fast and gay,
And the people tease each other
In their merry Irish way.

Where the dawn spreads gray on Galway
As the boats push off from shore,
||: Sure I'd like to be there standing
On that proud old soil one more. :||

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This is not intended for wider publication or larger distribution.
Updated on Wed, Sep 15, 2004
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