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Sweet Ireland
© 2001, Kate Mesmer & D. A. Shea
When I was a young child, and I could not sleep
My mother told stories of wild Irish seas
Of writers and poets whose words still endure
She told me the stories her mother told her
She'd say you are the daughter of ancestors strong
Who came from and island of verses and song
But the crop in their field was a harvest of stone
So they left sweet Ireland
Chorus:
So rest my young child I'll rock you to sleep
I'll sing of green valleys and oceans so deep
When you are frightened, I'll hold your hand
And we'll dream of sweet Ireland
Brothers and sisters left far behind
Half of them hungry, the other half pined
For the soft rolling hills and the clear morning light
Back home in sweet Ireland
Chorus
Now we're all in exile from houses and lands
From families who can't or won't understand
A heart like a country divided can't stand
We are all Ireland
So rest my young child, hold your dreams tight
Short is this lifetime, long is the night
May your hear stay open
May you someday find
Your sweet Ireland
Your own Ireland
One sweet Ireland
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One sweet Ireland
Your own Ireland
Your sweet Ireland
May you someday find
May your hear stay open
Short is this lifetime, long is the night
So rest my young child, hold your dreams tight
We are all Ireland
A heart like a country divided can't stand
From families who can't or won't understand
Now we're all in exile from houses and lands
Chorus
Back home in sweet Ireland
For the soft rolling hills and the clear morning light
Half of them hungry, the other half pined
Brothers and sisters left far behind
And we'll dream of sweet Ireland
When you are frightened, I'll hold your hand
I'll sing of green valleys and oceans so deep
So rest my young child I'll rock you to sleep
Chorus:
So they left sweet Ireland
But the crop in their field was a harvest of stone
Who came from and island of verses and song
She'd say you are the daughter of ancestors strong
She told me the stories her mother told her
Of writers and poets whose words still endure
My mother told stories of wild Irish seas
When I was a young child, and I could not sleep
© 2001, Kate Mesmer & D. A. Shea
Sweet Ireland
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