We know your time draws near,
We want so much more time for you,
One Month, One Year,
But every minute of everyday,
Is precious and so dear,
We never know what minute,
God will call you home up there,
We love you with all our heart,
And we will miss you so,
But when the Lord calls for you,
We know that you must go......
saramia
For he's a Highlander--
The brave The strong, The one who lost his clan---
He travels over the seas, to start anew.....
saramia
He brings good luck where ever he goes--
He see's the good in everyone--
He cries for his people--
He is angry for his country--
He holds his head up high and gives us a cheer--
He is the Irish in GREEN--
He needs no one-- but the Hills of Ireland--
saramia
The wind wound its way over the green hills, heading for the little pink flowers on the edge of the cliffs. Here we see as far as the eye can take us the blue sky, far out to sea.
Laughter can be heard up on the hills where children play. But here at the edge of the world you can hear the wind, it grows louder as you stay to listen. If you look out to sea you might see a mermaid or two on the white caps of the waves. The sun hangs like a huge ball of crystal fire shining out towards us.
The white dress with the long train flutters gently across her hands, she takes a moment to reflect on her life. A good life she has had, a silent childhood of dreams. The earth moves her towards her destiny as the man waits for her on top of the hills. We all wait for the time to be a princess, we wait with her as she makes peace with the dreams of her past. She smiles, the crystal ball blazes brighter,
we sigh.................... saramia
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