Those gentle hands, their feathered touch,
Bring a starlight speckled dream.
A gentle rain, a mothers love,
Lives lost in fields so green.

The calling voice, so powerful,
As I hear her speak my name.
"I call you home, my little one",
"I can ease your pain".

Homeward bound, My heart does long,
And I leave the life I know,
No woman's touch could envy this,
Ireland calls me home.
 
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