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O' would that I were in the Isle of my Heart, My dear island where I grew up; O', would that I were in the Isle of my Heart, Isle of the high cold mountains. Barefoot I'd run over moorland and heather If I could cross over the ferry to Kyle, I would go in a hurry to the village I love To the home where I was raised. Content I would be if I were justnow Beside the peat-stack on a hillock at rest The most beautiful mist wrething and swimming And falling o'er the sholders of Blath-Bheinn My wish is to stay with the kin of my heart In William's wee bothy by the waves on the beach, Where forever we'd listen each night and each day Without but moorland and sea beside I see the Meall and I see the Sgorr The side of Quirang and the hills of the Storr Little Helaval and Big Helava The Three Streams delta and Gearraidh... `S truagh nach robh mis'ann an `S truagh nach robh mis'ann an Eilean nam fuar-bheann`arda. Ruithinn-se cas-ruisg-t air monadh is fraoch Nam faighinn-se thairis air aiseag a is chaoil Rachainn le cabhag gu clachan mo ghaoil Do`n dachaidh's an dh`fhuair mi m' a'rach `S truagh nach robh mis'ann an `S mis'a bhiodh sona nan robh mi an drasd Ri taobh na cruaich-mohona, air An ceo-geal bu bhoidhche a lubadh `sa snamh `S a tuiteam mo ghualain Blath- Bheinn. `S truagh nach robh mis' ann an Dhurachdainn fuireach le cuideachd `S a bhothan aig Uilleam aig tuinne Gu'n`eisd bhi `oirnn tuile gach Ach muir agus monadh a laimh rinn. `S truagh nach robh mis'ann an Chi' mi am Meall, agus chi mi an Sgorr; Slinnean Churaing agus Binnean an Storr, Healabhal Bheag agus Healabhal Mhor- Beul nan Tri-Allt is Gearraidh. Moonessence |
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"CADAL CHA DEAN MI" Cadal cha dean mi, S`ugradh cha dean mise; `Nochd cha'n fhaigh mi t`amh, `S gun mo ghr`adh a tighinn. Cha b'ann dubh no ruadh A bha luaidh mo chridhe, `S ann a bhu thu b`an, Ailleagan nan gillean. Dh`irich mi cnoc `ard, Fhuair mi `aite suidhe, Timchioll Rudha St`oir Far an se`ol na luingean. Bhuail i air an tr`aigh Far am f`as an duileasg, Leum thu mach a ghr`aidh Is sh`abhail thu iad uile. Bha mi `n uiridh sl`an- Tha mi `m bliadhna briste- Am b`ata air an tr`aigh `S i na m`ile bioran... "SLEEP COMES NOT TO ME" Sleep comes not to me, And I am far from happy Tonight I wont find peace For my sweetheart comes not to me. It was not dark nor red of hair That my darling was He was blonde and fair The Jewel of all youth. I climbed a high hill And found a place to sit Round the Point of Storr Where sail by the big ships. Writer with his pen Author of the pages Mariner of the high seas He could speed a ship to sailing. She struck upon the beach Where the dulce grows, You leaped out my darling And saved each man there with you. Last year I was healthy But this year I am broken My love's ship on the shore In a thousand pieces... Moonessence |
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"The Fairie Nurse"
(An Irish Folklore Poem)
Sweet babe! A golden cradle holds thee,
And soft the snow-white fleece enfolds thee;
In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping,
Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping.
Shuheen, sho, lulo! lo!
When mothers languish broken-hearted,
When young wives are from husbands parted,
Ah! little think the keeners lonely,
They weep some time-worn fairy only.
Shuheen sho, lulo lo!
Within our halls of magic brightness,
Trips many a foot of snowy whiteness;
Stolen maidens, queens of fairy-
And kings and chiefs a sluagh-shee airy.
Shuheen sho, lulo lo!
Rest thee babe, I love thee dearly!
And as thy mortal mother nearly;
Ours is the swiftest steed and proudest,
That moves where the tramp of the host is loudest.
Shuheen sho lulo lo!
Rest thee babe, for soon Thy slumbers
Shall flee at the magic's koelshie's* numbers;
In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping,
Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping.
Shuheen sho, lulo, lo!
*Ceol-sidhe--i.e., fairy music |
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"God Cries"
Above the setting skies
this God cries
dewdrops into ripples
swelling endlessly
crashing down;
Battering Mother Earth bearing silt
Her sediments linger suspended
No-sinking 'neath the waves
of blighted inspirations
of solid rock erosions
of pummeled mysteries
The old traditions swirl
The ten commandments twirl ...
victims of the undertow
As crimson fruits fall free
from the brookside apple tree
bestially bobbing
creating ripples all their own
Thus now harder this God cries
above the setting skies... Moonessence |
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~*More Than A Dream*~ |
~*To Bill*~
Ever since I drempt' of you..
I knew you were more than a dream.
I knew you were my destiny...
However strange it seems!
For how could I see you years before,
The man I was destined to Love?
It must of been some Omen,
From the Lord Above...
For, even before I met you...
I had these dreams of us together...
So blissful was our union,
Our Love lasting forever...
And then one blessed day,
Our paths crossed, and I knew...
That the Man I drempt' of,
Was the one and only you!
You are a lifelong blessing my Love,
You are an Eternal kiss...
For, you are more than a dream to me....
YOU are my granted wish! | Moonessence |
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Angels
In my life, I have been blessed by Angels...
Some, strangers who's compassionate
Eyes, or one second smiles, have made
a difficult day seem a little easier...
Others, Soulmates who connect with the
Deepest part of my Spirit...
Blessed are the Angels who walk among us.
Tho, we are unaware...Those folks who take
Time to listen, to understand, and care...
Blessed are those unseen halo's earned
Thru deeds of Love...
For they will always be for us...
Sweet Blessing's from Above...
To those who are willing to believe...
No explanation is necessary...
And to those who are not willing to Believe...
No Explanation is possible...
To My Angel...
I Love You Daddy
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