I whimper when I see a meadow
To think of all that I could be
Oh, I'll grab my skirts
And I'll run with the wind
I am friends with femininity
I run my hands through blazing fire
My freckles splattered on pearly skin
I am swimming naked in pools of starlight
How I miss the days of my soulful kin
I watch the days pass
And my heart aches on
To think of all I'm missing
And the things I haven't done
I'll hold on until my lungs give out
And I can breathe again
In the sweet, sweet air of Ireland
I hear the call from fields of heather
My name is whispered on the wind
And it promises that we will be together
Oh, the Cliffs of Moher are my oldest friends
I feel the faerie drums and fiddles
Light a match within my soul
Oh, I see the magic around me in ripples
As it lights the path that will guide me home
I watch the days pass
And my heart aches on
To think of all I'm missing
And the things I haven't done
I'll hold on until my lungs give out
And I can breathe again
In the sweet, sweet air of Ireland
I feel my ancestors around me
Pull me close and hold me tight
And it makes me feel just a little less lonely
When I walk the glen in my dreams at night
